Tribal mind
sprung from milieus
of fishing and foraging
and campfire songs.
Peaceful prophets
have descended upon us
to discuss divisions
and help us to transcend
leaving us
with empty
flagpoles and pews.
But unless that
fateful faithful leap
to dry land is made
we’ll fill those
empty corridors
with the noise
of restless minds
and fill those churches
with patriotism and pain
a loathing “love.”
Why isn’t now enough
why can’t we lift the past
above the walls
that separate us
and look to a new future
preaching praise for all
creation’s creatures
of every star and stripe
to strip us of
every thought of
“me” and “you”.