There remain no honorable gods left <br />who are pure of thought; <br />only a small army of faith filled poets <br />with yellowing teeth <br />and bleeding gums. <br />These few elegists deriving <br />their faith and marching orders <br />from empty moonshine bottles <br />of once free spirits; <br />distilled from the coagulated <br />blood drained from centuries <br />of dead soldiers.... <br />This is all we have left from the once <br />abundant fields of our prosperity. <br />We have failed to fulfill our roles <br />as the appointed good stewards <br />of the heavens and have become <br />nothing more than drunkards <br />of a fatal dose of power…. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-bar-for-agnostics/
