His smile
lights the corner of his mouth.
The drama of the darkness
zombies
eating the undead
logic
clicking out like cards
in a wheel.
"I am a dark soul.
I am not happy,
But I like being not happy."
This is his cape
his mask
a child
a child that knows
too much of the darkness
too much tumbling, tossing
too much torment
too much soul for those young bones.
But shining
never to be squelched again,
please, oh please dear God,
a smile
too shiny for a smirk.
deliciously licking out of the corner
of his mouth
his eyes,
a laugh
that runs around the earth
and comes back
with winds of Turkistan
and whispers of Tibet
I brought this smile into the world.
I serve it, search it,
humbled before it,
tending, .
Zombies claw
And darkness drips
into purple billowing galaxies.
In his hand
a deck of cards
with monsters, cunning in their craft,
imagination unleashed.
But that smile,
this child will be safe.
We are all safe
with this smile in the world.
A little light
from God’s window.
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