Saint Augustine in Silence

We stand meek; the unguided
successors of the Earth—vagabonds,
pinballing our way in the urban afterbirth
of a misappropriated dichotomy.

Detchached from body, we suffocate
and sacrifice, self pitying martyrs who
claim the scars of Christ—our voice
inhailed from the breath of broken souls.

Somewhere Augustine is laughing
while we climb hand over hand to the peak
of mountains waving our arms
toward the heavens.

Wobbling on a precipice with no response,
we fall to our knees - break bread with strangers,
and witness our neighbors become arbiters.
Our perspective is fresh—silent, and jaded.