Unmistakable and real

In the beginning
Matthew Arnold’s Dover Beach
Not God’s word but ours.

Premonitions
Unmistakable and real
Enter into minds

Can we live without
Worshipping something other
Than denim and gold?

I suspect we can’t
Collective melancholy
Becomes paranoid.

Neither can we stop
Until the  nuclear fault
Brings hell to the earth.

Who thinks of heaven?
We seek to project our hate
Can we not hold it?

No-one wants to share
We don’t understand others
Are very like us.