AMONG THE RUINS

Rubble of sane,
become mounds
far too rich with blame.
Desperately searching
within the heap
for something redeemable
to truly reap.
Cause and rage
bury the tongue
under the weight
of unanswerable questions sung.
We utter prayers
while slumped over
and facing a corner.
Ever keeping the eyes closed
so the fire will our soul
continue to stain
while traveling the long, arid
desert
empty of acclaim.