Religion’s a man-made thing…like guns & guard rails.
A co-opting of reason that no one assails.
While there is room for both miracles & science;
Genuflecting for ether’s a sad alliance.
Tell the wind your hopes, while crying into the void?
Praying for rain while rivers & lakes you avoid?
Show up on Sunday to absolve Saturday night.
When one could just sleep in & make it all alright.
Be angry at reality & pester priests.
Me & the heathens will be harvesting feasts.
L.B.Stowe 