The Turtle Lies On His Back

by on July 11, 2022 :: 1 comment

Fire put together what grew,
whispers pierced eardrums with their screech,
and angels spoke from under muddy fields.

Dark days inspired.
Grace’s power soured in the cup.

Everyone wept, but Jesus.

The toasted bread of the prophets became burnt offerings.
Commandments were cast over cliffs.

And Ao screamed.

editors note:

Given recent events, we’re screaming, too. – mh clay

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