why were words written?

battles for humanity

christ rebukes satan in the desert

tells the religious order

“the kingdom of heaven is among you”

 

apollo and zephyrus fought over hyacinth

now his fragile form flows in the wind

 

we are constrained

told to restrain

to the victor belong the spoils

 

joy in devotion?

i can only assume that no one is devout

 

all science can offer

is stardust parenting

and a star that will one day

become the bringer of death

 

all religions are a replication

history a prognostication

 

pain is our past

misery our present

confusion our future

 

and love is either a verb

or a four letter word

 

water finds its own level

and there we rest

 

the young think life a contest

the old nap with their chin on chest

 

our actions serve as evidence

of what we believe has meaning

but we never question what meaning is

 

status quo is in tow

and most of us accept

the given acceptance of the divine

 

without being able to draw a straight line

between anything that gives our actions

real meaning beyond being just a reaction

 

and when our unreinforced foundations

shake at the first shudder from those

who are not of the same mind

we become unkind

in our self preservation

 

judging with indignation

it is easier for the mind to be lazy

then contrary and crazy

 

yet words we will write

defining dark and light

and not one word written or read

has filled a hungry table with bread

or made this or any day

a little bit easier

 

*** (we liked your earlier stories about walking around getting drunk)