EPT
The paradox of the red dove
Olive branch alit, screams in ichor
a red dove flies bearing the Cross of Lorraine
supported by a populous of blind bees
o but the wind has extinguished the candle
faded scholarly delight in weighing the Book and Book
they take up the sword to silence the heretics
the red dove flies overhead, feathers alight in branches
fields of white roses turn to ember
Pagan deities and Pagan lives flooded with ichor
Screams echo, Jizo is crying
the bees go home to their sanctuaries and sour olives
for their hearts have become sacred
Still, the red dove flies, symbols ever changing
Cleaving the heavens again and again
Letting the world divide like a virus
Only the serpent can exhaust the red dove
