Read Poem: HOLIER THAN THOU, by Evangelyne Storm

Golden and white feathers, each individual,
Combining in one, stretched and waned, wing
e holies glide from ray to ray in the sun’s shine
Casting their radiance on any lucky, lost child
With them brings summer and clear airs
A cooling breeze, a burning plasmid sun
With it brings a certain intolerance to winter and ice
e farmers wish to work all day, even year, tending to the harvest
Overproducing, overpopulating
Unlike told
A divine one begged and said
“Cease to exist”
And yet the holies encourage the growth
Supposedly,
ose deemed ‘holies’, the Ascended, a rose
Are no holier than those they sprung
Rather, opting to hide out in a patchwork history
Of intentional fallacies and allusions of deception