Golden Lengths

When the spirit yields

The heart-

feels,

like a kite string popped.

I opened heaven,

and dreamt of

pliant necks,

hanging by gilded nooses.

These,

Golden lengths of mercy;

gallows ropes,

Draped from heaven;

gripping throats,

like sinners

in the hands,

of an angry god.

Standing-

We slipped.

Oblivion-

Our new house of worship.

Annihilation-

Our new Sabbath Rest.

Day and night

We sang a new hymn

A chorus for our extinction.

A requiem.

Eradication.

I whispered,

“Holy. Holy. Holy.”

2/13/2023