The Fragile Voice

Were we created for the Shopping Malls Or to ponder over weight and belly bold? If God approached would humans hear his call As prophets did in mystic days of old? Seeing visions,hearing that small voice May be possible no longer while we spend. We look for good advice on what is choice Not rosaries but money fills the hand? Instead of tenderness, below, above We hope to find love handcuffed on the rug. And promises are lost as well as vows. Vibrating dildos surround us like black bugs. The sacred has been hidden, we are half disgraced. We ignore our lowness and ignore the holy face