Clothed

Clothed in a cancerous confusion of naked power
Heaven holds a mirror Up
Do you not see ?

Kingdoms grow
Glow and crumble
Numbers tumble
Down they spiral
Something viral
Attacks a massive screen of Light
Children murdering in the Night
Far below,

Watch the ancient puppets play out roles as old as dust again
Wait inside yourself with someone else, pray if you must for rain,

Do you not see ?
Heaven holds a mirror Up
Clothed in a cancerous confusion of naked power



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-20 at 22:14

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