Dei

 

Dei

If one looks closely,
the rays of the sun
become luminous knives
piercing shrouded spaces,
leaving nowhere to hide.

 

Against the light I witness
this massacre of silent ruin,
where wild and decay
occupy structural order,
and God tags his name in white spray paint.

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