‘Revolution in Heaven’ (a poem)

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Revolution in Heaven

 

Unmarked graves
litter the skies.

The fork of a lightning tongue
greets the dead.

Guerrilla angels have
their bellies in the mud.

I cower beneath,
fortunate in my insignificance.

We are witnessing
revolution in Heaven.

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