God Trouble

Name the ancient elements, 
one by one and I'll tend to
our big earth wisdoms.

We'll disprove those false sermons
pastiched from plastic shadows
with our real hands and history.

so not to forget a minute of our time
spent gathering proof, carve into 
my skin the engine plans
for the modern man and

I'll hum to you though long teeth
my new theory about god trouble 
in this anything age:

If water drowns the fire but
the fire feeds on wind, when
will we concede?
These sixty-second serenades
have poemed promises to no one.