We Can Go No Further Tonight

The chemical earthquakes and
apocalyptic, surgical aftershocks
of a dark ride through ignorance
leave fallen limbs – arms and legs -
strewn across the path;
we can go no further tonight.

This house is occupied
by a death cult – smug and gloating.
I’m sure they feel righteous
in their bully behavior;
they have a cause and
a god on their side,
just like the ones
who crucified Christ.

A lion leaps from the dark
as a honky-tonk piano plays
for my missing sister.

When the smoke clears
and the frost ash falls,
will we find help?