If Atoms Were Gods

If Atoms Were Gods
then I would make an offering
of every war memorial.
My smiling pantomime hands
are creatures without limbs
reaching for you
among a million ventriloquists
perfecting a song of the dead.
 
The sky blue midwives
deliver a bubblegum summer
while arctic freedoms reign.
I am sick of their heights
and scared of crying
the lipstick colored rain;
a farewell blossom rising
above your clouded names.