Where are the gods?

Disappeared they have into the realms

Consoled we once were

By their bullets of words

Now we cry out in our faint voice

Where are the messiahs?

Gone into the distant abyss

In their drenched uniform they respond;

‘We are incapacitated’

By the crude flood of windfall

We suppose

Or is it by your hard-eyed masters

In helplessness we stare into nothingness

The gods have been drenched…