The Death of the Seraph -- The Empty Whole

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Date Posted: 18:08:23 04/03/01 Tue
Author: Joel
Subject: The Death of the Seraph

THE SERAPH
she hung from her wire
while blind people danced
in the street
angels infected that
walked out on the sunfire lake
and bury themselves
in tears of blood
try so hard,
so hard to fall between
the holy into
the disgustingly placid water
and abhor'd disease
without eyes to burn
without hands to smite
and fall prostrate
on the sunfire lake
and they were all
laughing, they were
all dancing

injected dependence
rip, tear, and scream
and she is spilled
and she wastched as
the pestilence fell
and dispersed into
the sunfire lake
and again, she
screams incessant
and impossible
to deafen the fire of Hades

the demon never wandered
while it died a death
that we spoke inaudible
of since childhood complacency
"It's a little cold" she says
and i die so the
fire of released unbridled
disenchantment will
warm her for a little while

So the whole latent
passion and distaste
will be released from
my dormant maw
so she will be warmed for a little
while

she screamed until
the storm became
violent, that retired
the dancers, overwhelmed
by the discomfort of the street
she screamed until the
light in her eyes exploded
she screamed until her
limbs would perform no more,
and she woke from disease,
as death closed her wingspan,

without eyes to burn
or hands to smite

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