Gods

All the gods have gone completely insane.

Even Jehova finds himself tearing out his hair.

They know everything, can do anything,

But they finally realize, it all adds up to nothing,

And this, really, is just too much to bear.

Vishnu just punched through a mirror—

The blood from his hand rains from the sky.

Allah is screaming in tongues in his chambers

And pouring sand into the goblets of the imams.

Even the Tao itself has closed the gateway

And wants nothing to do with the universe anymore.

Satan weeps in a corner of Hell, and the damned

Have found a passage to Heaven, which itself
Is dissipating like the vapor of a cloud.

Soon, time will come to a screeching halt

And space will collapse in on itself.

Some say Zeus and the Olympians will 

Have their day again. There are others still

Who work feverishly on their new religions,

Crafting gods with iron, silence, blood,

And vague-sounding words. Something is being

Pieced together. Look around. Gods will

Be destroyed, some will die by their own hands.

But it is by the grime-covered hands of man,

Steeped in the clay and the fire, the spastic

Tongue of man that is on the verge of proclaiming

The god of tomorrow. Be prepared to kneel.

 

The Ocean Depths

I sit and I ponder the ocean,

blue, as blue as her eyes.

It crashes in, makes love to the shore,

as her eyes made love to my own.

Nothing could be grasped, not the endless depths

of our souls. No sea can know

the full breadth of the land.

No country can know the full extent

of the sea. But the waves keep

crashing in, and the land slowly gives,

little by little, pieces of itself to the sea.

I swim out past the breakers

to find her, but alas, my strength

fails me, and I am drowning.

In all this blue, there has to be

a pure light to guide me

to the blackness of the ocean depths

or else to a new country

where a love more ancient

can be born.