Hero worship

Age finds it’s own voice

polyphonic, multi-tongued

Wants to speak to all

yet speaks to nothing they know

Rings hollow in ears formed

in an age new

Foreign, estranged

Inert, detached

Empty husks rustle in wind

Straw donkeys and the bogeyman waltz

Polychromatic reflections

mask their emptiness, uniform

Anonymous, the self is dead

Frequencies falter

screens blink and fade

and the masters of nothing

bow before unfamiliar altars

All faiths tested

This, no temple that they know

Only lambs and wolves now

No shepherds watch

Where they sought justice heroic

Learn one of life’s hard lessons

Never meet your heroes

Can’t preserve the undeserved