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October 03, 2009


He took pleasure
in baiting hooks
with angels.

He would pinch
them between his
filthy crooked fingers
and shudder
as the metal barb
pierced their holy flesh.

He would cast them
on trashy streets
and troll
for wayward saints.
Once they bit,
he would yank the line,
set the hook,
and reel in their soul.

Soon the world
was filled
with soulless holy men
preaching to half-eaten angels
constantly looking
for the one feather
that would allow them
to fly home.

1 comment:

mdsummers said...

As always insightful and thought-provoking.