holiness is swift:
in the space between wing beats
it slices you open,
spills your entrails
like a fortuneteller
at the bones;
and on every downbeat
we cry the refrain:
hallelujah
—for why else
would an angel
wear a watch
except for war?
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WHAT NO NOW I WANT TO MAKE HIM A WHOLE STORY
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