Let’s wait for the sunrise then let’s sleep the sleep of the gods
The sleep of earthbound angels whose golden heels with lightning rod-wrapped ankles careening across muscle-clad calves where silver spun silk draped tapestries fall and flee the edges of earth’s atmosphere
Zeus and his kin weaved their tales
Lighted glory won’t wake the sleep of angels
Silhouetted figures pry the bars of destiny
Sending wind-fueled birds of the night to take flight
Arrows pulled back peaking through the clouds
Too dark to be seen in flashes of light behind this black hole history of mankind
We tried our hands at making men
We tried our hands to understand
We tried our best to guard their rest to keep them from the beast and his jest
The crowd stands by and they cry,
"If god is real why doesn’t he see
I am the master of my destiny"
After falling this far into gravity and envy and hate
Walking dead running naked through the streets with Achilles’ heels attached to our feet
Mankind isn’t kind to one another
Slipping and sliding out of sight away from the stream of souls traffic and light
Tired and bored with beauty and reason
Logic and truth are out of season
Why do they wake death early
Walking corpse-like to their jailer’s den
Tongue-tied inside the words writing poison to the pen
Saying god is dead and I am free to say goodbye to decency
Ruining the garden and watering the weeds
Choking and drowning the truth we need
To love and be loved and find mercy