I Cry Out
 

I cry out in the temple of Inanna

And no one answers.

I cry out in the temple of Apollo

And no one answers.

I cry out in the temple of Isis

And no one answers.

I cry out in the synagogue

And no one answers.

I cry out in the cathedral

And no one answers.

I cry out in the mosque

And no one answers.

I cry out on the pyramid of Quetzalcoatl

And no one answers.

But the high priest with his sacrificial dagger

To slice out my heart.

I cry out at the tent revival

And no one answers

But the man with the collection plate.

I cry out under every vaulted ceiling

Under every golden silver wooden plaster plastic icon,

And nothing answers.

But dogma

And division

And control

And delusion

And lies

And judgment

And arrogant, willful ignorance.

And finally when my cries have died

And my tears have dried--

A tiny voice:

Mine.


This poem came to me almost whole and fully formed while I was attending a poetry slam in Omaha a few years ago. While other poets were slamming, I grabbed this poem by the tail and frantically typed this into my phone before it ran away.