Architect
In the Heavens
an Angel sits
angrily sharpening
ice into bits
It is God
who set me on this task
to sculpt my frozen heart
so others upon it may bask
“Look at them down there
they think they are so smart
melting my perfect sculptures
with their warm imperfect hearts.
I send the land to slumber
and blanket it with snow
then they flap upon it
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