Image: Sunday Skeleton: Artist: Lucas Grogan
Wine passes liberally from mirth to canvas
I steady the palate knife against your throat
In another life I might be the one
Uttering the final reconciling plea
But tonight it’s the kink in your history
That reinvents us, no one will ever remember
The tyrant that you were for who could
Face the ghost of such an impossible angel?
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Hell cannot replicate
What I have unwittingly become
Sometimes flesh is a far more compelling mask
Sometimes appearance is the only
Demonstrative feature of a soul that has fled.
To live as a man does not imply humanity.
I have lived falsely, grievously and at great expense
To all those who held to the transformative power of love
But nothing can change a man
If he hasn’t substance enough to fill a mirror.
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