Another weekly work, this one sneaking in just under the wire.
_________________________________________________At last,
we've built
a sturdy foundation
on the bones and dust
of nothing but
a thousand years
of someone else's
progress.
Now,
pomp and ceremony
akin to celebration,
brandishing hellfire,
lauding
the most vicious
enthusiasts' work
and children ascending
as angels -
but is it divine?
A thousand eyes, wings,
and a reach long enough
to touch men's souls?
The knowledge of things
previously unknown,
riches forbidden
to the lessors?
We thought not -
and yet, here,
with sarcastic flourish,
we are.
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