Face of Miracles

An attempt at the 13th day of NaPoWrMo I took several liberties with—as in I didn't fully follow the prompt.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

We're all a bit cynical
in the face of a miracle
as death has made an art
of upstaging Humphrey Bogart 
especially when it must obfuscate
a stardust system of blessings in syndicate,
a crying babe between the bloody jaws
of a shark and the singular applause
amongst a tomato dumpster pile,
a showing to rival chamomile.