Remains

Here In this centrifuge of sanctimony Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children Angels dangle from a precipice of silence Strained by strings of a theoretical God Sung by eyes of defiance Which navigate the jagged epitaphs below Searching For that one sediment of salvation That one moment of submission Hoping he will see His wonders, atrocities, his indifference To cast a shadow of conviction Over shivering light There Across the inlet where ivory columns crumbled And modernity now deftly mumbles Its fleets of fortune baptized Nigh the bronze dust of golden millennia Where history lies with its victims A fugue of fossilized souls A silent prayer remains Here