Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Tailors of Descent

Craft cloth without seams
Lips move, stitched by
needle sharp tongue
Drawing together
past to present tense
A moment pulled
to cast lighting
from heaven carved
of wood and sound
A stage for life's
disasters, but patched up
by promises of
whole cloth, woven
and stained
by tattered remains
of human dignity

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