The Dead Souls
The Dead
Souls
The apologists have arrived.
The explainers.
The faithful.
Andy Ogles let his soul die for a photograph.
A family picture bearing arms.
His children live.
His soul didn’t make it.
What price for a conscience?
How much influence buys the scruples?
What allows them to whore themselves so willingly,
With the scent of children’s blood in their nostrils?
They worship death.
They fetish it’s instrument.
They celebrate Christ’s birth,
With gifts and portraits of bloodletters.
They decorate their children,
With the engines of termination.
How can they be human?
They are zombies.
They are unclean.
Their souls have died.
They walk among us.
And get elected to office.
Cliff Lake 3/28/2023
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