Desolation Computation

We wander the desert
Like hermit crabs in a frosty bed
Vision seekers lost in caves,
Drowned out and cactus juice.

Screaming, “curmudgeon!”

While our flock is bleating,
And our home is burning,
Our son is sleeping
Upon hot cinders and ash.

Into the sea,
Responding with violence,
I face the sharks of God.

And conjuring down from heaven,
Wrath and misogyny and demagogy,
I hear peals of thunder
Cursing my existence;

And yet no chord is struck.

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