prayer ii

oh God
why should we wander from thing
to thing and stress to stress
eyes red with weariness
pulling our hair out
preachers have said these are
the last days
all because they wish it so
we all wish it so
like fearful monsters each
carrying deathwishes
afraid to touch the poison
we trundle on
hoping for the end to come
every slap in the face
discourteous word
bomb pointed
tyrrant anointed
is a little deathly prayer
for endings
what i am praying for now is sanity
what i am praying for now is peace