these are
fixtures,

daily grinding superficial.

with little
resemblance to the

prophets we pray to.

desperate men with facile
tongues,

perfect answers
to petty, practiced
questions.  

and they, being so many with
one discernible face,

one alterable religion,
liquid to the palms of

deathly thirsty children,

aim

where aim would do

the most
to damage

and we

fail

victim

with only ourselves

to blame.