Thieving Angels
We tried for different.
We shot for stars,
and compared the
scarring of our arms
trying to help
in the business
of God.
We shined the platter
for head of duck
in our serving up,
and in the sheen,
I said Look!
It's us...!
We tried for different
Outcomes.
We shot for stars
And compared
The scarring on our arms
Trying to help
In the business
Of God.
We shined the platter
In our scheme to
Plate a steamy serving
Of roast duck,
But in the sheen of
The metallic plate
I thought I caught
An accidental glimpse
Of the divine,
Then quickly changed my
Wary mind and said
“Look!,
It's just one of us…
…That reflection looks
So much in line
With how you genuflect,
And bow your head
In reveration
When they tell you
What and when
We tried for different
Outcomes,
in belief.
We shot for starlights
And compared in vain
The scarring on our arms
Trying to help, by the way,
In the business
Of God, and us.
We shined the platter
In our scheme to
Divy a steamy serving
Of roasted apple
and duck,
But in the sheen of
The metallic plating
We thought we'd caught
An accidental glimpse
Of the divine, no...
Then quickly changed
Wary minds and said
“Look!,
It's not one of us…
…But the reflection looks
So very much in line
With the genuflect,
And bowing of the head
In veneration
When telling ourselves
What and when
to mistrust...
We aimed for different.
We shot for stars
in our eyes.
We stopped comparing
the divide
the masthead,
bowed over the platter
of God.
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Mavia & Bunny Villaire
Inspiration piece: Dead Can Dance