Free verse № 136830
The Prayer Vendor
The corners hide him,
standing there in absolution.
He greets you with sincerity,
and deil's smiles
become his martyrs.
There are craven deprecations
from the callers,
and daring, fellow-feeling
prayers to ponder on,
unresolved.
Now, the mortal angels
rend the sky to find him
sitting on heavy weather;
the vitiating veil.
They curtail their graces.
And the Vendor whiles away
his wares to poorer folk
who stand in queue:
the drudge and the march,
with little miracles to desire.
6 comments
"craven deprications" Did you use a thesaurus for "cowardly blames"? Not that it matters, but simpler language goes down easier. Still, I like this.
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