black carpenter ant
percussing the earth
with purpose
an energy I
statue of caesura
made by depression
watch with awe
here without hearing
we
are actual
and always
we
call
courageously
with
belief here
but
our
answers are
absent among
our
complex
calculations
of
being human
dread
stuck in bed
struck sin bread
stuck till bled
struck ill fled
mislead yet lead
weight set on head
wait sweat behead
undead get dead
song
a weight on my chest and a still in my limbs,
a spill from my heart of a will within,
I wait on my best and just instill my grin
to wash up the mess of self-listening
hymn
mechanistic replies,
regurgitated lies,
averted eyes:
religious demise.
