In ancient life, in primitive cycle,
Empyrean was still visible; how
Did we fall so low as to expose gall
Of humanistic hypocrisy? Bow,

All, to We. I had a dream, while thinking,
On religion, juxtapositioned. I
Saw opposites. I imagined shrinking
Mankind into a handful. The old lies

Of Time created billions of gods,
Man-gods, wannabes of cloned quintessence,
Bar-coded and heart-cold to sad eons
Of estrangement. I didn’t weep, no sense

In applying mortality to Man,
Because, I see, now, false gods are common.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2/19/05