They refashioned your 

God in their own image, a 

rapacious old man 

The crow cackles as

it steals fire from the gods to

bestow on weak man

A smartphone's blaring 

drivel drowns out the chirping 

of the backyard birds 

We live our lives like

a misjudged handshake that ends

in tangled fingers

Pyrite for you fools,

golden arches covered in 

grease and platitudes 

Dripping rainwater 

gathers and flows towards the

sea and a union 

The plants in the back 

yard have gone feral, so wild

and untamable