God's finger is in Guatemala
Surrounded by the volcano deity's
own defiant torrent
It stood, alone, a beconing
call to the misled, turn your
face to the sky, be blinded
Those of you dead, are you frozen
still lifeless in the tracks
of your daily praise, blissful eternally
The overgrown black of el diablo
is succumbing, the natural forces
overcome
God's finger resides, where
the water is tainted,
overgrown by eden,
forgotten by the smoking
cinder reminder
the memory lost in
the ruins of the
aztec dead
burning,
Torment.