Religion is a wandering art…
Religion is a wandering art
whether true or not
serving the will of whoever
wields her.
An unnamed vibration throughout the land
the call to worship, device in hand
And I beheld the opening of the seventh
tab
in which many a mortal did
scroll
heads bowed to tiny rectangle altars
before something like light
but ghostly, without soul.
The genesis of cowardice is this:
to offer up our astonishment
for comments and likes,
to revile true mystery
because mere tricks
are all we can bear
so socially sharing
yet lonely beyond measure
And thus we see at last
that no quantity of followers
can atone for your sins,
nor you for theirs.
Cursed shall be that day
when the hearts of mankind
seek hope through a most loathsome
orange joker
run afoul of all common good.
And they make unto him a church
where gall and gun abound,
where money is holy
but your brother is not.
And they give more air time
to memes, vulgarity,
trifles,
empty comfort, poisonous
laughter, than to
Light, Life, Love.
So plead with any god
in which you still believe
that we will ache from the dream,
this night-marriage between death
and lack
beneath a rainbow of wilted flowers
the whole world on fire
while we pretend
naught to know.
