No Gods Poem by GRANT FRASER

True, I suppose
it's the dimensions of
what you don't say,
that protects who
your are,

therefore we are
quiet as houses,
without windows,
or doors,

foolproof,
with little hint,

well lets just take
or snuff out what's
left of this world,

and have such big lives,

lies, they're
the pitiful extensions,
of how we breathe,
and succeed,
in today's climate,

the white white
world is bleeding us dry,

and the dark dark
days of disbelief,
are out to kill us,

blow us up, unawares,
between the quietude,
of modernity and night,

there are no Gods out there...