We are juggernauts of nothing new,
Muttering on crowded pews.
Nodding, wailing, wall to wall;
In leathered tomes we scrawl and scrawl.
Perfunctory and gaseous,
Sweating, we huddle on train and bus
For a small semblance of meaning we lust.
In a childhood dream we place our trust.
Prayers ascend into boundless stars;
Thudding soundless, the black imparts
A word, “nothing.” A chuckle.
Entwined they fuse and buckle.
Piled, dusted bone
Finds a solitary, swollen home.
Unsighted, without regard;
Gravely recycling alone.
With gay abandon we dig, split and bury;
Churn, burn and fluster; get merry.
Multiply like molten lies
With burning eyes,
Can hold the sky
With fleeting Guys
‘Fore they melt