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not as I do

for holy water crosses  
sinners' bowed confessions  
stiffening those shepherds    
who love  
and loathe low their flocks    
with preachers screaming hellfire    
in our Alabama nightmares    
we pray - a mouse in the pew    
hoping open the sky's iron door    
   
and they call us John    
because we prophesy when the apocalypse    
storms through our veins    
speak in tongues of honeycomb    
and locust    
split visions of past and future    
all playing out at once    
   
our visions blazing desolation    
boiling, roiling desecration    
staining every form of life    
in implications of resurrection    
and forthcoming salvation    
we pray - we, a mouse at the pulpit    
intercession    
for the four corners of the earth    
   
while there on bloody knees    
with clean hands    
our hungry words    
they tumble in our throat    
and turn to gauze    
inside our mouth
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 6th Mar 2023
Author's Note
#thoughts&prayers
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