Rusting, disintegrating, burn my skin, once ornate family crest My hand, soft and stubby hand malnourished child beseeching Silk, porcelain, spices sends East delicacies imported embroidered shredded sack of gold coins, adorn my feeble wrist, lifesavings a bloody lamb wool warming Never praised in centuries passed: Merchants artists harden, starving. God forbid an idol be an idol in life. Dilatory,Iyoutheythe collective worships idols. falsehood pilgrimage pitiless hands cradle every earthly infant ripped away from her penniless matron. Miracle come. Death reject pedestal Still and forever, death too early too late too honest, too vague. Painting your own mortality, encased impenetrable walls chained circumstance sufferance idols exploited idols unseen And knowingly, Machiavelli glares at me. Knife to my throat— fragile, priceless throat— he threatens the idol within. Death, grant me your grace, loving, expectingly familiarize yourself with my face, while it is still hollow.
May 26th, 2023.
The man himself.
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