Breathing corpses
lie on fallen idols,
and relics of an age
prophesied.
Fallen idols are people.
Not trinkets,
or statues made
to represent
unattainable ideals
of conscience.
They are teachers.
Guardians and
prophets sent
with a message
of vital importance
they cant deliver.
They are me and you.
We, who couldn’t hear it,
or who would
choose not to, in favor
of the voices in our heads,
Urging us to
keep up with the Joneses,
to worship what we hear
on …
here i live watching myself
in the waiting room watching -waiting
In the name of being as honest as possible
He’s made sure they know the former reputation…