To lionize commandment
is to deign to die
and in the dying
reimburse the sky
coerce the wind to be
less kindred,
but more kind

The host turns up the heat
and that's not bold or god
or good just one more day,
just one more duty of the soul

we walk in paths of witness to a wealth
of travesty ill spent
on streets that tremble in a gun report
that echoes past the grave and ice cream store

It's old, the story, and the moral
and the death
and what was once a candle is a wick
that's drowned in wax, but, never was
designed to hide
the dying scent of earth.

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