Mar 12

A Modern Master of Denial

You made Science your God,
idolized in golden buildings
and gilded books.
You were called upon to serve;
you burnt the Bible inked in your own hand
in the blinding flames of fear.

You made Science your servant,
you rode upon its strong shoulders,
gorged on its produce,
enslaved it to your all-consuming want and need.
When this chosen Herald brought a message
of distaste,
you dismissed it with a wave of your unhardened hand.

You made Science your Guardian,
swaddled in its calculated folds,
your life was insured by the majesty of medicine.
It monitors your very breath and heartbeat,
yet when when the warning is displayed,
your well-washed ears become deaf to 
even the shrillest siren.

You made Science your companion,
placing your hopes in its ever-growing grasp;
Confided dreams stacked like friendship bracelets
along a supportive arm,
that holds you up in the darkness,
patiently reminding of purpose
even after sight and sound are forsaken.
Yet now you wrench your fingers from its strong embrace,
yanking away your tightly-woven trust.

You made Science yours.
In its rejection,
you stand with all the self-righteousness
of a polished marble statue.
Like its creator,
your back is turned from the world
as you hunch over your all-consuming aim.
With each blow of the chisel, another crack creeps
through the facade under your feet.
They widen and converge like deadly rivers.
you are blind to the black rivers of cracks,
deaf to the creaking of a weakening foundation,
impervious to the shifting of a
shattered world.

You have made this crumbling masterpiece
your Savior.