Suburban Religion

from venice to chichen itza
you entertain us
look at us asleep in your footprint
(and here is a toe
and a heel
the vibrance and life
of the dirt)
turned around
It glowed so bright but wouldn't
shine outward
it stole the gods from sanskrit
india's peace
it cut them up and boiled them into soup
healed up
the wound from where beliefs were torn
reopened. Bled.
scalpels constructed with a westerner's fortune
chopra's diamonds.
diminished a people so marginalized.
ashes to dust.
these killers of god are growing
taking what little is left,
a bigger existence,
hatred is easily marketed
you don't ask questions, you don't answer them.
Sheep shearing sheep,
the wool piled in banks, cascading.
turned around
from vegas to paris
we like to entertain ourselves.