Now we're realizing
that the gods of
our fathers have
withdrawn
while we're praying
to their shadows
and the muscles
in our necks are torn
for gazing too long
at the ground
and those who've claimed
to drown in an ocean of
divine emotion
are seen enveloped in a
cloud of dust in the desert
retreating to the oasis of
their hearts
but look no further
don't you hear a sound?
the growth of a new order
nourished by earthly waters found
some of us can be seen
dipping wooden buckets in its stream
and there we bring water
to our fathers' gods
and sing to them
sending them of gently
to the here-after!
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