Heaven’s Best
poem by e.e.cane
Jan 17, 2021
Their spirits knew
only found strength as
conquerors, earthly king’s causes
None of them were kings
Floundering, scrabbling, posturing
ego-seasoned hens before the brine
Oh, fierce hens, yes,
but their heaven is silent
Harps plucked to bloody fingers rest
An angel’s cold eyes shine watching; the war-bred knowing,
readying shields full-armed
Separate the spirit, tear the Divine seal
The dogwar upon ye virginwise,
thy music never to sound
against heaven’s best
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