madness

we tell the same stories
over and
    over and
      over and
        over and
          under and
       under and
onto the rocks shores wells
deep
            as caverns
deep
           as devils
deep
           as canyons and conches and caterwauls
   and waterfalls
cascading lines of doggerrel can only go
so
far
the day we fell we fell
down
    from the summit
down 
   from the heavens
blue sky all why and wherefore
and intellect so circumspect
into
the pit
of mud
what worth can anyone make
of mud
but mud
and clay
  and homes
    and dreams
      and figurines
figurines that speak
                       like gods
and hear
                      like gods
silent and deaf
prayer after
    prayer after
         prayer
crashing like cataracts off boulders
over and
   over and
      over and
        over and
           over and
   under again
we pray the same prayers sing
the same hymns want
the same wants and fears and no one nears and
no one hears
over and
     over years
         upon years
            upon
hard clay ears

god is a desert all dried up