WHY WHY NOT

I glide past jeweled doors and strewn weeds

Mosques, shrines, marble temples and gilt churches

All blessing ingenious creeds

Grab worn stone seats, begin researches

Why do humans need their gods?

Evolved to reverence by high wire?

People worship any scrap of sod

Authority? There’s always one higher

Are these salutes to death or birth?

Proclaiming god through marriage

Official rites confirm one’s worth

Social ruin via gilded carriage?

Grand stories drive each relic and book

I think the best liars win

Deeds unhappened, enemies dressed and cooked

A most effective sect of sins

I touch the stone, halt for destiny

Will I see the dead punch upright?

Silence the answer to my inquiry

As ghosts clamber up to light

Perhaps people need this deep drive

To blank fear of short, pointed time

A false view of life as straight clear lines

Not the chimed melody of joined cyclic rhymes

Perhaps the many gods live best as art

Human tales to defeat ticking time

Older than language their forecast chart

Destiny built of infinite signs

We were here

We were, are

We just might be more