Do you believe in god? It’s no matter
to me. Only to religions throughout
the ages, it seems. How bright blood’s splattered
on walls and floors, on greens and plains, harsh shouts
thundering through air in some god’s name
since someone didn’t believe or believed
a different story. Brought glory and fame
to many warriors and martyrs. Conceived
legends through stoic statues and stained glass.
Time passes. Statues fall. Glass breaks. We all
die. But before we give up ghosts and pass
on, we believe in something, great or small.
W. C. Fields believed he’d have another
drink. As for me, I don’t believe I’ll bother.
Roger Armbrust
August 23, 2020
