A Test - Poem by Joel Genter
A knife impales his chest
As he lays, bound, on a pile of wood
His blood covers the hands of his father
Flows and pools on the altar
Strained breaths escape his mouth
With the occasional cough of blood
A knife that killed a son
Whose wielder is rushed
With a confusion of agony and fidelity.
A reality prevented by an Angel of God.
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