When it boils down to mockery,
even for obedience and details
of payment and life, and
the familiarity of it all.
When everything to be said
has been fashioned
from various angles and still
no glint of civility has been taken heed of.
When declarations become
denunciations and we let
ourselves go under with them,
detaining our pleasures. Yowling,
when tongues have been cut
and sealed off for an immeasurable
duration, and empowerment flies
away with nothing new, merely callous.
When ingenuity doesn’t redeem
itself and all sins
capitalizing on broken centuries
run around headless,
stupid, waiting for applause,
affirmations, no doubt more. Faith
is tied together with elastic bands
and stretched until –
