Poetry

graveside

götterdämmerung permeated the social strata 

each and every datum solidified our understanding 

of creation          it cannot be done 

suddenly it all made sense             the stars 

so near yet lightyears           away 

masters of our own world               the buttons glared 

a deeper roseblushblood red                gained existential weight 

which dragged all eyes towards their scarlet zero 

there is no God to swat the missiles from the sky anymore 

lines scored through maps into tables 

are meaningless         what is the symbolic  

worth              hand on heart brain anyurism  

if i lie        no hand of providence lurks above 

holeinwrist to smite with righteous wroth 

we have stormed the skies to find 

there is no gleaming gate of white gold only 

                                                                                 void 

there is no God to swat the missiles from the sky anymore.

Daniel Turner

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