Commanded cold by matter gray
hands Hydra-tongued
torn sooty thumbs

Lit red primeval human thought
stole fire lay
to cook the hunt

From human minds pulled words to smith
lead, graphite, coal and anvil
Sword-cleft wit by mantle writ
read back inwards by candle

Victorious, the Spirit's name
wept crazed upon the paint of war
Bannered thick on blessed ruins
'bove tranquil folds of human gore

Wraithsilver hand, blood-kissed by art
black thumb pressed on oblivion
tills its canvas earth once more
a sky golden Parisian

In a starving effort bold to brave
being a human.

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