Rebirth
Where the word spoke
To a deaf ear
Translating
A mute mouth
To an empty page
So goes the days
God is no longer an exclamation point
No
Now a dot dot dot
An abbreviated
Pasteurized
Version of His former self
He
She
It no longer stops listening
It never did
Your prayers
Fell like my art
Dead
Upon birth from the tongue
Ha Ha
Argue differently
About both subjects
And you will find
Not only defeat
But me
Nor He
Caring
We are a bastard voice
Aborted into existence
Cleaved out with a needle or a hanger
Kicking and rusted
Left to liver among our own dying breed
No rapture of soul or body
Can dispute the simple fact
That we have been dying since the day we were born
We collapse
As all bridges eventually do
Unto the river that is our blood
And on this Man forsaken path
We lie
We are the worst kind
Smiling and deceiving for the sake of self perpetuation
It’s okay
We speak
When we have no tongues worthy of words
To a deaf ear
Translating
A mute mouth
To an empty page
So goes the days
God is no longer an exclamation point
No
Now a dot dot dot
An abbreviated
Pasteurized
Version of His former self
He
She
It no longer stops listening
It never did
Your prayers
Fell like my art
Dead
Upon birth from the tongue
Ha Ha
Argue differently
About both subjects
And you will find
Not only defeat
But me
Nor He
Caring
We are a bastard voice
Aborted into existence
Cleaved out with a needle or a hanger
Kicking and rusted
Left to liver among our own dying breed
No rapture of soul or body
Can dispute the simple fact
That we have been dying since the day we were born
We collapse
As all bridges eventually do
Unto the river that is our blood
And on this Man forsaken path
We lie
We are the worst kind
Smiling and deceiving for the sake of self perpetuation
It’s okay
We speak
When we have no tongues worthy of words