Deliverance

Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego
shuffle down the alley where
the women go,
as poplars brush along the nape of night
and whisper in that afterglow
alight.
They’re led up to
a kingdom’s iron throne
on which a king is seated
all alone
and, while scraps of
paper whirl in fevered flight,
they’re made to feel the weight
of human might.

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