a prayer

"a prayer"

God is a machine in the sky
wondering why we don't wonder why
and angels sing somewhere on high
proliferating the savage lie.

A shielded beach for withered seeds
waits for roses and the weeds
to praise the Sun with bitter creeds
'till seafoam cures their purest needs.

The crazy happy walk the street
selling smiles to those they meet
their soles are red beneath their feet
from sores that science cannot treat.

And this is how i find the lie
that tells me that i'll never die
just send your money with a cry
to God's machinery in the sky.

March 17, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004