Towers

Life is short, maybe two inches

in a world of trees.

How do you declare god

after rape, murder, and abuse,

just a human thing right?

Your god, your hope, your Jesus

live just down the street

beneath the windy viaducts

in New York, Chicago, L.A.

Your gods got lost on Wall Street,

now they live beneath the walls of shame,

the towers of gold hopelessly slaved

to those they created.