The Fire Sky

To punctuate the grandeur of it all-
Gold entrenched in templed clouds
A silhouetted retreat for haggard children
Known solely by the unseen furrowed creator-
The crucifix pierced the belly of the fire sky
Pouring down shadow onto a forgotten race:
Man. Slumbering, drunk with thoughts of hope
It was an empty plastic bag that held it all
The despair of tomorrow's hunger and the
Prayer of tomorrow's rain-soaked harvest
For now it was good, the angels-
Atop this God's paper throne of sill separation
Breathlessly watching the gold burn to black
Wishing to hurl themselves, but being unmoved-
Bated their breath. Midnight would come.

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