Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Artist

I saw the angel in the wood
But my hand slipped
Not once, but twice
And slashed a grin on that hallowed face
Glaring
In that fiendish light
He saw right through me
And my cathedrals
Through clenched teeth
He spat venom
Sweetness dissolved my tongue
How foolish was I
To think these trembling hands
Could save mankind


Published in Paradise Review on November 22, 2012

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