Gods are bewildered

Gods   are  bewildered

They  are  the    wary  sentry

On the burning  mound,

Night  and  day  on

The  patrol,  for  the

Dismembered  bodies.

Behind the burnt, burning  embers, 

Some  things  stare up,

Could  be, their angst  for

Avowed  revival  or renewal

For prolonged entity.

The  departed  are in the

Hot  lounge,  for  embarkation,

Again  to  their  accustomed ports.

A  mad  desire  to  live   again,

Don’t  count  their  sins, shortcomings.

From   afar, Gods are bewildered 

Wondering where to  fix them,

How  to  fix them, how  long 

Will it  take  for  Gods to  fix  them.

We  too  are bewildered .