Minas Morgul

No poetry here

Just the end of the world

Clearly

From here

How clear

Her:

Horizon

But

Just one thing

One funny little thing

If one were to press toward yon

Far boundary

Of Heaven and Earth

That is

Beyond *Her* (Whore’s eye’s on)

…What’d’be found

Wood be:

Prison of vast regard —

Cosmic sanctuary —

— From all evils without…

…Perhaps last bastion

Of any at all ‘Free’…

From —

Your church of normality;

No Pronoun for your throne;

Just You,

DeSaNaTized —

You of bones and loans and so-called sacred homes and tomes and surveyed roams and —

Red Roans…

Blue Appaloosa’s.

Ashen Palomino

All your horses have shoes…

Blue Folsom

Blue Heaven

Cielo Azul

Praise praise

Here is Heaven on Earth

All else Hell

Disgraced,

Displaced

Dismay —

Disarray.

But not us on Sticky river banks

Who observe from over here

Blue Folsom

Blue Heaven

Cielo Azul

Cuz all God’s Chillun Got Shoes

Sho’

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