Children of Cosmos

my teeth are never quite sharp enough
my hands are for prayer not holding
my atlas carries a promised land
my flesh will never rot away sins

i watch their doomed lives from above as they fill their lungs with the lifeline of green giants

and they clamor over each other
they throw away the stars
for salvation on the other side—-

but from their decaying bodies
grows weeds and flowers
and in that is an eternity
greater than any aether

Father

i swallow the sky
for heaven is everywhere
in the seas
the giants
their limbs
their hair
and everywhere