poetomachia

are we left to our own devices?
to search out and find our godheads?
to discover the god within ourselves?
take the helm and pilot the ship?
sailing into dark storms
powered by our own courage?
to read the signs and place hope
in the evening red skies?

or have we in the face of nothing
decided to live in delusion?
buy the lie cheaper than
capitalist gods?
ashamed belief in a community of possessions
owned by nothing but our ideals