My God, my God,
the traffic is backed up
and there is no exit in sight.
I am hemmed in all around by hostility;
horns sound their derision
and air brakes vent their anger.
Evil eyes blink yellow and red:
they deceive; they devise ways to cut me off.
I look for compassion and find none,
for mercy, but it is missing.
Sunk in an ocean of metal,
humanity has been caged by its own creation.
Come quickly to release the captives
and to preach good news to the poor saps
caught in a trap of our own devising
and a net of our own knitting.
Free our hive bound imaginations
and let our spirit rise like the fumes
lifted up as incense, hot and aromatic,
polluting the air with our morning prayer.