Wisdom may not have fallen 

but was pushed 

from the fifth corner of 

the Earth, one third flesh, a glass skull

 

"crying sometimes sounds like laughing"

 

when you try to trick the Trickster 

mountains move against your Will

and your pompous offers, your strange 

libations and plastic sacrifices be smitten like children 

by unfit guardians, our wrathful rulers

have lost the mandate of Heaven, the Truth:

our Heaven was always warmer 

than their Hell.