Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks August 2015 (Collaboration) | Page 49

Made Believe
Simon Benson
Stone chiselled into arches,
Windows stained with stories.
Empty halls pose hollow grandeur.
A man-made cave of make believe.
A new kind of totem pole,
A cross across a bloody corpse.
Atavism now only apparent in the symbolism, and that
‘We’re better than those barbarians.’
A truth that does not reflect,
One silenced by the Latin lore.
Man corrupts man,
More so than God ever could.
I will rip you from your fortress,
And tear it to the ground.
And if you really do have faith
Then you won’t need it anymore.
Go on, speak to your beloved creator,
Or does the silent response instil fear?
Or is it worse that those who guided you,
Have only ever heard the same?
But you ignore me once more.
Every day I scream a little louder.
Every day you hear a little more.
Every day you lose and find yourself again.
I am that little bit of doubt.
That ugly shred of ‘Maybe’.
That unsettling sinking feeling.
That part of you that knows you don’t believe.
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