Forgive us, Father, for we're trained to sin (sonnet)

Forgive us Father, for we’re trained to sin 
against your statutes long before we know
quite what is going on, deafened by din
& interaction, reaping what we sow.

We slumbered deeper towards the pit,
and many were the snares we did not see.
So many were the traps we would not get.
So many ways to kill a human flea

defile & thereby steal your gift of time;
& down here this has all been normalized,
or nearly all, as what was once a crime
becomes first normative then formalized. 

Forgive us, Father, for we grope around
& cannot even trust this shifting ground.

Big Father is Watching You (alexandrines)

But in the meantime, everything we do is watched
& everything Big Brother touches ends up botched
like Libya or all those spikes in rates
of cancer all humanity has on their filling plates.
The birds are dying & the fishes in the sea,
& Man cannot fix any of this by decree
nor world-state nor syncretic ideology,
nor yet by cybernetics & technology. 
SIN trashed the fertile paradise God gave our kind!
One in ten thousand people even seems to mind.
It couldn’t be coincidence when I discerned
the ‘loss of Heaven’s mandate’ in world histories, learned
an index of this X & Y & realized it was real. 
Sin really does dry up the land, & too the commonweal. 

Ah, Mrs. Moon! So nice of you to join us (hexameter sonnet)

Pale rose moon rose into first blue then purple sky
then changed into an evening dress of shining bone
as spangled Port Hills lurched from white sarcophagi. 
As one admired it, one realised: I'm not alone!

No, not alone, & they weren’t looking at the moon
but at yours truly. Please have better things to do
when moons are full than staring at one’s blissful swoon,
or anyone’s! Their stares distracted me askew.

I watched my interface. What does one even say 
to people who blurt, oh, a couple hundred words,
a dozen prefab lines, stage Earth's most boring play?
They are as differentiated to me as the birds

because they give no thoughtful traction for one’s wheels
& will not speak their living minds or go on spiels.