Smoke Rising

Pawn to bishop,
Carrying the cross words
Into a deliberate
Intensification of sound body.

My lactating mother cried
As her fornicating son
Decried;
Fracturing family facades,
And caving in the castle walls.

Here are your pornographic gods,
Your dark and deviant angels,
Dressed in the undergarments
Of your queen, magnanimous
And serene; illiterate fiend.

Diluted pen strokes,
While giving birth to visions
And to dreams; rolling up her sleeves,
While paying for the consequences
Of her unrepentant masquerading.

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