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Detonated Forms
Angel wait in detonated forms
black ragged thorns wrapped
around stained cruciforms…
Singular saints dark faint
forms hide in corners not
washed in candlelight
as crows sit in irregular rows.
Take flight from skeletal spines
high in some ancient cathedral spire
encrusted in black oblique forms…
The distance along the seams
of reality stretching high
into some deserted
distant American midnight!
Lost in thoughts of empire
that see the continental fires blaze
forever as the clock strikes the hour…
Of midnight, as the angels wait
in abstraction of oblivions forms,
on thrones wrapped in thorns.
Deep in eternal night
watch the funeral pyre climb
higher around the cruciforms.
Distance dire angels wait
in that oblique obsolete and desolate form,
black ragged thorns wrapped
around blackened cruciforms…
A faded billboard
boldly claims the coming reign along
the highways of some
Mad American Empire…
await war with desire…!
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Poet Tellaferro
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