In Our Early Confusions

In our early confusions and darkness,

in need of explanations to calm our fears,

we created god, and contented thus, we moved on

into science and the arts, until faith was not enough,

its answers no longer satisfying us nor explaining any more

what we found in the facts before our eyes,

the heavens becoming but the place of stars

and planets and galaxies, universes well beyond our own,

well beyond what we could see and what we could know

with certainty, an infinity of universes, stars

and planets and galaxies, and nothing more;

the big-bang theory and Darwin’s evolving species

were explanation enough, facts we could trust,

so god fell out of fashion, like a high starched collar,

outdated and old, tight about our necks, too restrictive,

a myth now preached in empty churches to old folks hanging on,

to the lost and foolish, fooling themselves;

or maybe it’s just an excuse for a day off, for festivities

and hollow merriment, a place to pin our hatred and hubris,

yet unexplainable, and setting the divine aside, we trust

now only ourselves, our limited selves moving onward,

confused and fearful, unable to create anymore,

unable to explain, calling out and hearing nothing now,

nothing but the emptiness of our primitive lives.