Will God get his Hands Dirty?
The same old emotions stack
The rows of these black lines,
Bored ― they yawn on their horizontal beds
For the words that lay beside them
Show their love in the same old ways,
Break hearts with the same old humdrumness;
They need a fantastical retreat, an extraterrestrial
hero born in an undiscovered emotion, a new sin.
Will God not bless them today?
Can’t he kill a few in hell,
And splash their papery flesh
With the blood of satan and his cousins?
or rather the fallen wings of an angel
that still float the heavens
like wisps of broken air.
Jazalyn Kris Gage Michelle Monet Michelle Muses Jack Preston King Elancharan Gunasekaran Timothy Tschurjumov The Product Poet Mayo Poetry Mike Evans Emily Van Duyne is a critic, poet, prof, & mom. Kristi Yorks anna breslin Jennifer A. Maguire
