religious debris and spiritual paraphernalia, a poem

i

An erector set
spilled out
into a jumble
amid religious debris
virgins
minotaurs and nymphs
church steeples
a lover holding a rose
and faces
that peer out at you
asking questions
for which you have
no answers.

ii

Soldiers weary
rest on a kingdom of tin
a landscape made
of tiny metal pieces
and spiritual paraphernalia
congested and mixed
skeletons with machine guns
small angels lost in a crowd
horned beasts around which fly
little ufos.

iii

Eyes for the asking
a skull
to worship you
gods with the horns of rams
masked guards
homes turned upside down
and inside out
a revolution that brews
and percolates
far beneath the surface
an explosion
now
near
inevitable.

– matt at shadow of iris
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