The Venetian Man

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A golden “prophet”
Swooning generations
Words to impress
Stepping down the trodden
Erecting idols for Aaron
A Canaanite’s dream
Moloch’s bequest
The second between three
Delivering miracles to the lacking
Raining fire from heaven
By slight of false sermons
And the aeon of dying dreams
Too beautiful to be beheld
Followed not by none
Believed and betrothed
To a bride most unbecoming
A memory beneath moonlight
One’s song between whistles
Drawing forth the unassuming
By path paved gold in thistles
Few will recognize those days
No drummer will commemorate in drumming
A silent though assured arrival
The Venetian Man forthcoming