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Idol of Violence
I gazed upon an angel
of woe,
from whom emanated
a keen glinting, silvery.
His feathers arranged all
in down-pointing livery;
stainless steel, unserrated.
He stared daggers back at me,
but stuck there he stood—
he could all but attack me.
Spread out his switchbladed wings
he could not.
Overwrought and unhinged
from an unwavering,
double-edged thought—
what a cruel twist of fate,
stabbed jagged
into this idol of violence.
To be compiled of knives,
blunted and smoothed,
yet with a stern and sharp
mien of penance
carved clean on his face.
© Joseph Chin
#violence #angel #spirit #spirituality #spiritual #art
of woe,
from whom emanated
a keen glinting, silvery.
His feathers arranged all
in down-pointing livery;
stainless steel, unserrated.
He stared daggers back at me,
but stuck there he stood—
he could all but attack me.
Spread out his switchbladed wings
he could not.
Overwrought and unhinged
from an unwavering,
double-edged thought—
what a cruel twist of fate,
stabbed jagged
into this idol of violence.
To be compiled of knives,
blunted and smoothed,
yet with a stern and sharp
mien of penance
carved clean on his face.
© Joseph Chin
#violence #angel #spirit #spirituality #spiritual #art
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