God Is Asleep

Bhottisava, Vision, Lord, Thoughts, Weeping, Perish,

The whirling of mystics and utterance of figments,

The bastardry of perception, swirling wildly,

Gaiety in illusion and bliss in unknowing, smoldered wounds for eyes,

Glittering eyes silenced by passionate lies, and hellish whispers,

Promises unkept clung to by indoctrinated adherents,

Twisted bodies warping in the hazy heat of war,

Masses screaming for impossible justice beyond their ken,

Blood soaked shores and fields reeking of corpses,

The delightful distraction of a Sunday afternoon,

The smiles of the lie keepers to sedate the masses,

Allayed fears, psychotic babble,

Notions touted as divine truths,

Torture postured as mercy,

Piercing cries mistaken for laughter,

Death of the mother, father, and beautiful, corpulent youth,

The surety of the destruction of man, man’s fancies, man’s monuments,

Crumbling ideologies, ashes of dreams snuffed out,

Low hummed dirges to the tune of pop standards,

Children roving, pack dogs, tearing and gnashing in the streets,

Fifteen minute gods and goddesses in the multitudinous pantheon,

Saturday night specials flower into eternal silence after the blaze,

The Great One does not stir, it merely lies sleeping,

Dreaming of what wasn’t, isn’t, and will not be.