an entertainer
perhaps a poet
perhaps a prophet
puts mustard after faith
and calls on the whirlwind
for assuredly, says he
we, you and I
and whoever else is present
including the invisible guest
and possibly the holy ghost
are now wholly responsible
for our futures
we, after all, offended god
or all the gods
and failed to beg forgiveness
which always follows
after massacres
bloodlettings
and sacrifices
rest on the mantle of his love
beyond all human measure
and this is how we have built
our civilizations
on the rock, on the stone
resting on the backs of phantoms
we have no excuse to believe in
but do, and behold, the arch of the sky
is not sufficient for our daring
for our boldness
for our arrogance
but we shall be forgiven even this
in the last days after much testing
when all of us who are left
come together to praise
what we have accomplished
despite all odds
despite all gods
and the sun looks down on us in pity
and the moon and the planets
turn in their orbits
to consider us
and know that none of us
understand either
but we have somehow won
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