Sunday, January 17, 2021

Heaven’s Best

 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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