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Monday, October 21, 2013

Cain the Redeemer

Swaddled in golden down, the heroes
repose; the feathers of the caressed 
swan fill their shirts. A crippled beast 

cowers in the forest, wearing his eye 
like a purple moon—fluttering.

A carnivorous sedge carves the tongues 
of lovers. Stars erode the talk of ages
and hurled rock;
The birth of light disappears 
into a darkened city.

Spent breasts maintain a ceiling
of unsustainable evil—generations ill-prepared

to outfit the winged grandchild: the upturned crown, 
Gotham’s moon slipped in smoke.

Citizens, toss back the criminal’s goblet, 
embrace your demon emerging from the lake.

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