Resurrection

Her muse arms never let go
though mankind left
to find gods as mechanical messiah.

Watching when mortal hearts grew so cold
from worshipping their iron deities,
silently she faithfully whispered into their conscious,
hoping to inspire resurrected love for artistry
in the midst of spiritual decay.

She smiles with pure ecstasy
when hands discard calculators for pens
and create verses
instead of steel idols.