Puny Statues

 The gods are glaring at me. 
They boast, "Ha! Look at us:
Frozen in space and  carved so fine. 
You are clumsy, wet, impermanent!
You wish, wash, slush around. 
We know and are on solid ground."

I take the puny statues
Crush them with my hammer. 
"Ha," I say, 
"Seems you have forgotten 
who is constructed of clay."