Unhooked From Space

The cat had the feral 
look. The home was 
burning. Drag of 
day to day dying 
unceremoniously. 

Nowadays the god lives outside 
the temple. You don't have patience. 
Some zealotry? 
A siren song? 

I was not in any trinity 
of god, man and beast. 
On the remote trail you will 
find my blood-soaked footprints. 

Instead of emptiness 
I have filled myself with grief.