They say it was long ago that we crafted the glory of the gods
stripped souls built their thrones as we lay hollow and broke.
We conceived literature and poetry; the likes of which the world has never seen.
We told stories of prophets and fiends, all to detail enigmatic intrigue.
We unknowingly betrayed ourselves, and
separate stories became separate beliefs.
Children were taught love and affection and years later were sent armed to the battlefield.
Politicians purged families for power, the poor became mindless and meek.
The greedy grew stronger, as they overpowered the weak.
the tales of our dreaded destiny disappeared as our humanity crumbled before us
our dilapidated divinity was lost to the ages and heaven and hell were left at a cusp
perhaps we should pray
just one final time
and reach out to the heavens for our humanity is dying…
I throw my voice down a wishing well,
my affirmations stumble out of my mouth and I wait for my voice to return to me.
My eardrums wait for the words to knock some sense into them
and silence plays this elegy.
You can lead your head to sunlight,
but you can’t make it think.