Third Witness

messiah stillborn amid wilted lavender 
corn stalks pouty in hollow sockets
scarlet ibis feathers creaking in
the shadowed secrets of a single black ankh

a mass grey as prisoners' prayer
lightening powdered with stars' quiet

piercing an ever-rising ceiling of
corpse-like fantasy, expecting.

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