angel death (poem)

that man wouldn't know holy if you spit it on him

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you’ll never find god in man,
so why do you offer yourself as a lamb
bare throated, upon an unclean altar?
he never even prays before the slaughter –

delicate skin underneath negligent hands
as he can’t bear to look or to understand
why you hold your breath and do not blink
or why a woman is a dangerous thing

fast forward in real time –
he tears you to pieces starting at the thighs
calls it creation as he hears you die
that man wouldn’t know holy
if you spit it on him.

“angel death” is featured in Descendants of Darkness by Wingless Dreamer

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