an utter silence

divinities that speak in other terms
whose power is not as dark or absolute
music that echoes on the drum and flute
heat not measured in any joules or therms
towers arising upon steepest berms
and now each one of us is wholly mute
facing these beings of sternest repute
knowing the feelings of beetles and worms
now magic does not come from any sense
of who we are or how we ought to be
but out of life that we may understand
between us and the other stands a fence
making it difficult clearly to see
what is the mirror of the painful land