The heavens lie silent
above the ground.
All the jargon of self-promoting prayers
ascending
will not make them speak.
All the wishful thinking of the world.
All calls to attention.
All praise.
All supplication.
All the maddening religions
of the fertile human
imagination.
Nothing.
Nothing will make them speak,
until they
are violated,
penetrated,
desecrated,
raped.
Then we can all listen
to their myriad tales
for all eternity.
The unholy is quite the chatterbox.
September 1996