if pain is a warning of disease and distress

well then we are honestly pretty much ******

because everywhere I look are the drowning

screaming at the water for its selfish depth

clawing for air and pushing others beneath

i

i claw for air

i

i push others beneath

 

may as well rage ragged at the sun

for thoughtlessly pouring light

exposing private shadows best kept hidden

 

we are incomplete gods breaking the world

we are outrageous wax-winged angels

suffocating in our reaching for airless moon

 

Lord teach us to gather praises like gold wheat in the fall

Lord teach us to rule as sons and daughters of heaven and earth

 

teach us to love in the wilderness

that the howling black does not tear us to pieces

with the help of our own crazed nails