Fighting for Dust

They reduced to rubble
stones that survived shifts
of empires to create a digital image,
afford children front seats in stadiums
to watch public executions
uploaded to glorify themselves, and
wait to copulate with comrades’ widows.

All whilst professing to follow a man
who preached restraint and respect,
even for the stones they reduce to dust
for they were his heritage
abandoned by people who never knew
his teaching, died centuries before
he emerged from his mother.

When they have achieved a desert
of bones, nothing will remain
but uploaded images –
the gods they created –
and devoured.