with shimmering diamond tones
the sun swept the trembling scree
into orphaned, crossless graves
and shattered the godless serenity
as I wafted across the supple sands
sprinkling myopic incantations
onto the submerged, necrogenic caskets,
a throbbing silver angel erupted
from the pregnant, hot stones
flicking its rayon drosophila wings,
its craven cuticle and bizarre cross
flashing
in the desiccated sun’s
drowning screams……..
I see it rise onto six steel legs,
thrice blessing itself papally,
I see its churning intestines,
the claws in its four eyes.
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