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.