in the beginning,
formed in raining alleyways by celestial comedians
seafaring sadists and
in the pure and holy blood
of excellent angelheaded servants of our just leader
they came to tame and to civilize the impossible
peoples
in those pink
first few hours of dawn,
you placed your palms
made of heaven
on the edge of the blade
it rained baby's breath
from skies full of gold and silver
salvations unholy kiss
shared with her only necessity,
the angel who had sunk beneath the sky
with bitter proclamations of corruption
she offers them now her velvet chains and
who are they to refuse her?
they who with broken lungs sing and
with shattered palms sow
await the royal neglect and the broken promises
of destiny
(september 18)
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