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‘𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑’
A lesser demon in bespoke
Pashmina boasting bone buttons
And antler cufflinks
The tailored suit shows the edges
Of his skeleton
Jutting and dangerously shaped
An angel unaware of hierarchy
Itches beneath the hair shirt
That hides his ragged wounds
Bare feet leaving bloody prints
The name of his god is tattooed
On the inside of his lower lip
They meet in a calendar
Which does not mark the week of creation
The deep grey sky and the ash grey earth remember
The war they have both forgotten
Integrity
Dishonesty
The corrupt and the clean
The sacred and the profane
© Words by E. Vegvary, 2020.
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