We
We, the creatures, fused from stardust
soldered with the fires of hell,
crawling on our squalid bellies
from the froth of ocean's swell—
We, who wield supreme dominion
over land and sea and sky,
creatures with the wings of angels,
unaware that we can fly—
From the gutter in an alley
to the noblest castle wall,
every creature holds the secret,
though we have forgotten all.
Strains of music, soft, exquisite,
shimmer from the creature's hand,
drifting over cries of anguish,
centuries of lash and brand.
Stinking skins, the creatures' bodies,
base and mortal, house the beast.
Yet, within, the spark of heaven
kindles flames among the least.
Nature rules the creatures' habit,
spinning cosmos feeds the heart.
Which will navigate the journey
every creature's course must chart?
Time awaits the final verdict,
earth and oceans hold their breath
as the creatures swirl and stumble
toward the light or to their death.
We are grand, sublime, inspired,
hateful, foul, depraved and flawed—
still, the eyes of We the creatures
glimmer from the face of God.
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