I am

people etching plastic faces creating plastered smiles facades
people building up barriacades putting sand bags between fences must keep out storm
people protesting life holding signs my body's for sale its just an empty old life
people watching television hypnotism mass media appeal commercial claws grasping lies
faster faster give them something to feel something to do keep this noise from invading my head must drown out noise must drown
splash
waves

silence.

people kneeling in broken down cathedrals praying cracked rosary beads
turning pages of creased, weathered Bibles.
Jesus Christ, son of God,
weave together the discarded pieces of these shattered lives
victory the shout of the quiet
life the fullness of a rested soul
in stillness
I am.