Worshippers


There’s something gone missing
on Foundation Hill.
We once had a statue
to commemorate good will.

Then wind turned to thunder
and shook up our world.
A bolt seared our hillside
and our statue was burned.

We ask why we’re ridden
with this fate from the sky.
Who’d be so vengeful
to tear up our lives.

We’re scared and we’ve fearful.
We’ve nowhere to hide.
We must build a new statue
to this god from on high.

1978, January

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