False Gild
False Gild
False gild now flakes on warping frame
gold faded by erosion’s truth
cold haven of a dusty god
unable to protect its youth.
Twisted smiles of fallen idols
grin beneath protective domes
succumbing to a god that failed
without recourse to “milling stones”
False gild now flakes on warping frame
a sanctuary once denied
cannot remain a holy place
protected by usurpers lies.
False gild that could not stand the test
bought without trial by fire
unable to weather sinful
unpolished ugly desire.
John G. Lawless
5/7/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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