Postprandial

Wish

I wish to play in the ground
Frozen into stillness
By loss and conclusions

I wish to swing to the beat
Of the deathly toll of a bell
That bore witness to the passing of life
In a time when the pace was faster
Than the speed of light

I wish to bear the marks
Of an existence made meaningless
By wars waged in the name
Of a god nameless in his uselessness

I wish for a deity
Who would hear me
And take heed of my penance
A penance that is a bargain
To reach the higher depths of being

I wish to be blind to the
Faults in the crust of my life
The tremors I feel
But are intangible to everyone

I have nothing, I am nobody
Important in the universe of a pebble
These wishes are prayers
Written up in the bible of deceit
The epitaph of a prophet
Listened to by no one.