The Idols

The idols are falling all around me.
The idols in my very head are falling.
For the idols have no choice but to fall, one day.
They were all made to fall, you see?
That is their purpose.

So why are we never ready for when they do fall?
        Why are we always caught unawares?
                   Despite a million warning sign?
                           Despite lifetimes spent in actually planning their fall?

                                       Despite a thousand daily prayer begging for it?

February 3, 1997