Eye of God, Arizona

If I practiced atheism
I’d call it biblical
As something else entirely
I label it humane

We sat atop a crowded ledge
Crawling through divine eyes
Watched the sun trace its fatal curve
Into its nightly crypt

Bound to resurrect tomorrow
We rolled like ancient stones
And retreated back down the hill
To urban sanctity

Skyscrapers and mountains await
A simple decision
Our prehistoric prophecies
Whispering “rise again!”