On Broken Shells Of Crystal Dreams
Sam Rosenthal
cast out by angels,
cast out by faith.
like fallen stars.
like martyrs we fall,
blessed is the sufferer.
with these eyes, these hands . . .
we almost grasped paradise.
you lie alabaster
translucent on broken shells
of crystal dreams.
defiled and destroyed.
how can i pray
to this cruel god
who averts his gaze?
how can i believe
in a god
who creates puppets and sheep?