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