Gazing At a Smashed Stained-Glass Window

Mirror broken glass mishmash
the architecture of divine providence

the provinces burn
with the anger of cathedrals

catechism                       catheters

a great schism upsets the prison ideology

idle wanderings
and idle hands

in the hands of the mercenary

his feet blackened
by the rubble he’s stepped through and steeped

strips of rubbish rub glands
across horrid hearts

but where language fails
the world fails

fleet fragments of forward progress
the agenda is brackish
dripping from the mouths of rivers
which are only rivers
while the oceans are forgiveness

-r. miller

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