Crackling charcoal against the poker;
Heat resting on your face.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Burning paper — primitive but effective.
Books. Cold metal, hot skin.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Look past your burning eyes to lights in the sky —
Those distant cities of smoke.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Cyberpunk fluoros,
And past it all… noise
                          noise and buzzing.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Imagine how quiet it all was;
Clear sky, new moon.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Shaking but no follow-through.
Crying but no follow-through.
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Who birthed the sun, the sky, the riches, the jobseeker, the first sacrifice?
Who birthed the laws, the rent, the taxpayer’s dollars, the conference?
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?

Who made the first good? The first love?
Who made the moon, the stars, the void?
Who was the first to scream? The first to cry?
The first to date? The first to lie?
Who is the god we homage with our oblation?