Sorely Lacking
We have no magicians anymore no alchemist either, no one who will by incantation or alchemy take our shitshow world and fashion it into a new Eden. Only the flimflammer and bunko artist have come forward promising us heaven, while lining their pockets with gold. You would think God might intercede but we strongly suspect that God has given up on us, the omniscient scientists staring at the ruins of a horribly failed experiment. So it looks as if it is left to us to struggle on, to nurture our nascent wings in the hope we will, before it is too late, rise from the ashes of the blazes we so carelessly set.
Louis Faber is a poet and writer. His work has appeared in MacGuffin, Unleash Lit, Cantos, Alchemy Spoon (UK), Meniscus and Arena Magazine (Australia) New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Prosetrics, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His new book of poetry, Free of the Shadow, was recently published by Plain View Press.