The sun god abandoned his chariot,
leaving man alone with his avarice.
And after the calamity
when man fled the atmosphere,
his shadow, a lonely formless thing,
tried to fill a shape it couldn’t find.
Paradise domed over,
the dignity of a failed machine
half buried in scorched earth.
Wandering god, stranger in his own home,
where the prodigal son finds faith
in synthetics. Thrown out into the abyss,
captive in swaddling, new life in destruction;
second coming in a single beam
breaking through the cloud bank.