Torched days
The Earth trembles
and men are lost.
How finite
are your fearful eyes,
how much love
does it take
to overcome
a splintered sun
spitting fire
and moon-bits
at a pale blueness?
Were the sacred tomes
mistaken? Or does God
hate man
for the sin of writing
truth into the bone-light?
MGB
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