Hesitancy has replaced the voice of god
and divine hallucination is lost.
mute appeals to unworkable gods
as the flood waters rise.
Is tragedy only found in expectation?
If only less of the chaos was known
if it wasn’t so apparent
maybe then this is an epic sung
instead of a farce of noises
metaphor is flat, agency is futile
clever refugees that do not hear the voices
corrupt our language, disrupt
refuse to worship and show us an empty throne