Prayers Unheard

Tides ebb
tides neap
calling to the dead
calling to the living
messages left by deities
long gone
long vanquished
long aborted 
by the modern world. 
Do you hear them?
Or….
Are you blind
are you deaf
are you hiding behind the mundane
like everyone else?
Words
warped
twisted
made to feel
if not like the others
there is something wrong
there is something deformed
there is something awry……
It is not me
in reality it is you.
I would wager a guess
you have no idea…..
wilful ignorance
may seem best.
Head in the sand like the ostrich.
Only know…..
being obtuse
afraid to take a stand
lead to the last elimination
of gods
of rich men.
Devastation.
Lands Flooded.
Waterways dried up.
No longer can you look the other way.
Hell on Earth 
reality.
©May 30/19
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Lines of Time

She paces
a caged lioness
with no thought on her mind
but the ruination of mankind.
Well
not all mankind
for that would be rude
there are those though
who need to leave this planet
joining the great unknown.
Her eyes trace the pattern
the weave
the weft
of the burgeoining tapestry
plucking a stray thread
no reprieve.
Finally
she sees which threads must be cut
which lives must be sacrificed
for the greater good of all.
gathering her skirts around
she gracefully sits
and begins to rework the lines of time.
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