anonymous god

A Poem by anaisbelieve

tight with wishing
withstanding all
echoes
lost breath in
Diaphanous
in the end it is
our pain to endure
sure of signs in
the dust, has our
pride failed to protect
the small hands who
rap at the door
grasp at the door
show at the door
blood and tissues and bones
sacrificied to satisfy an
anonymous god.
well, show yourself
to the face of science and
early warnings come down
in natural disasters do not
judge or wonder be
ignorant and holy ever more
the breaking dawn like an egg
the yolk atmospheric drips