This poem was chosen by our judges as the 3rd Place winner in our 6th Annual Poetry Contest.<\/p>\n
Beneath Heaven\u2019s Deicide<\/em><\/p>\n a silent sky left all abandoned while women without a taint the streets flooded with fatherless children in uprising; they scour the earth with ill attempts to salvage selfish meaning, \u201cwell hurry sir, your family may yet escape this blight; they\u2019ll meet somewhere on hallowed ground while smelting sacred gold, This poem was chosen by our judges as the 3rd Place winner in our 6th Annual Poetry Contest. Beneath Heaven\u2019s Deicide a silent sky left all abandoned while women without a taint were hammering at smoldering theodicies on anvils, and men who once mistook themselves (a crime, perhaps) as saints would find themselves with weeping […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-791","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=791"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":795,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/791\/revisions\/795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwere hammering at smoldering theodicies on anvils,
\nand men who once mistook themselves (a crime, perhaps) as saints
\nwould find themselves with weeping souls now rendered with clipped wings.<\/p>\n
\nthey who knew ornate temples biding in reverent silence,
\nnon-empty tombs of albatross\u2019 went unatoned by tithing;
\nsalvation found to be a gift repentance could never bring.<\/p>\n
\na tale of man pursuing some elusive panacea.
\nto not accept concomitant were damned and sinn’r scheming,
\nconspiring, yet careful not to wake the beast in slumber;<\/p>\n
\nlet us make in our own image fulfilling desperate need,
\nlest empires lay underneath the darkened skies by night,
\nto weep and pray; a satisfy for every man’s great hunger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\ntread carefully so ancient day their workings may not tarnish,
\nmen slaving day and night to craft the face of great divine,
\npretending not to notice their reflection in the varnish.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"