The Reason Poem by Guy Northam

The Reason



Understand this as a savage testament
When grimness squats on the Mercy Seat,

Our brief usurper, figure of malice,
Designing the antithesis of creation,
Art itself.

And Swans on the water are beautiful,
Wild, though precious else.

Liars hinting truth, truth entinged with
Lies. These are our defence.
Christ solely was immaculate.

Monday, August 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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