Prayer for the Lord

New poem, written 8/28/20

Silence and cigarette butts accumulate 

in the landfill of the jaw

toothaches complete the cycle 

back to Eden

I thought we were better than this

I should have known

Vocal cords snap

like guitar strings

Aspirin and ibuprofen cannot numb the universe

maybe only dull a star

whose light reaches me 

even though its dead

and I wait to take

the Eucharist of ice and methane

at the end

of the solar system

Deliver me 

Deliver me from evil 

Deliver me from today 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What a prayer and how many of us are completely with you when it comes to the words in your final stanza. I have never known such unsettled and troublesome times. Good and relevant for today.

Chris

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant collection of decaying artifacts from a life of wasting away. It's brilliant how you liken this to the eucharist, so punchy, so irreverent. The final verse is slamming with meaning. Most of us want to be delivered from today, I would venture to guess (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lorry]

I may be wrong, but if there has ever been a better opening line, then I've never read it. I'm still trying to figure out how it works with both silence and cigarette butts, but wouldn't make sense with just one of them.
I like how the protagonist is an observer, in between man and god, viewing the carnage like you know on day one of class that us and the planet will be getting an F minus and most likely expelled... Detention at least.
Your writing is always so bold, stark and vivid (in the best way of course) and always reminds me of why most of my favourite authors are of the dystopian genre, because perfection is impossible when there is so many looking for flaws.
We, observe and see the world for what it is, whatever that is 😀