what’s the use of hiding
ubiquitous things beneath
wealthy sodden privilege
torn grey selves in a ragtag
coat of colors [o joseph]
[what we despise we sell]
[our jealousies sated]
[enslaving only to find]
[ourselves enslaved guilty]
[hide it all away]
[as if by denial we are innocent]
toss all things on a cracked
creaking pine table
discover what lies
beneath that’s the bind
and rub isn’t it [o mother mary]
[grant us mercy]
[behind locked white]
[doors dusky roses writhe]
[petals falling sweet crows]
[forgive our deceit]
[our grievous faults]
plundering hard red burns
softing blue intent away
what no longer asks
grieving questions
no longer cares [o jason]
[give us a myth]
[a winged ram’s golden fleece]
[to cover our nakedness]
[give power and authority]
[ignore our sins]
[our murderous greed]
children and children's children
of fallen sweet crows
churning wings singed strong
panoramic calling
calling justice home
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