Deadly Linen, Displeased Gods


A helicopter languishes above the sea
Cutting wind like a razor
Forcing all of them closer
To a swaying green blanket

She wonders who exists beneath it
And more importantly would they
Recognize their sovereignty

But a bolt of linen fell from the sky
Sharp and deadly
A deity’s loincloth perhaps
Or a discarded tunic
Of a feudal lord

She didn’t have time to investigate the source
Only to steer the helicopter into swirling
Frothing, violent, loud, eye of oh my god
There was the sound of the loincloth choking
Once industrious blades

The vast indomitable power of the sea
Finished the unseemly task
Creating souls out of humans
Forcing them to endure inside the metal husk

 

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