This piece has appeared in Outrageous Fortune and can be viewed here.
I asked a god to give me a sign –
had one heard me I would recognize.
Alone I had to stand trial to the divine.
Submerged my prayers to a greater design:
an experiment in wisdom exorcized.
I asked a god to give me a sign.
Apocalyptic rebirth scorned an earthen shrine,
no stone unturned to be sterilized.
Alone I had to stand trial to the divine,
with a greater fear to which I resign
my status in life. For one but to be paralyzed
as I asked a god to give me a sign.
Ruinous justice held high thine
words clenched in a jaw to be memorized.
Alone I had to stand trial to the divine.
Seraphim above malign
in a space where man once prophesied.
Once I asked a god to give me a sign–
I alone had to stand trial to the divine.
