In Shadows Miscast

when i arrived the first time
it felt like i’d passed the
the exit sign a few
too many times

and each time round the skies mixed up their
faces makin’ the birds graze our tree tips
midst the spread of heart’s evils
through heart shaped holes
punched in all the
missing people,

i’ve knelt in shit
for missing
steeples
.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/digital+art/blood+stain

image https://www.masterfile.com/search/en/painting+of+boy+kneeling

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