poem, poetry, good, evil, genocide, duality, divine image, humanity

FOR THE GODS

“which to Angels look like torment and insanity”
― William Blake

Made in the divine image
(thus
fabricated)

but how come
we get
so demonic

allow ourselves this
most poisonous pleasure

succumb to the devil
in us

from
time to time
to most
apocalyptic
of times

all the time
(that
divine image getting
pretty mutated)

and then (stop me
and contest this) when

we think the divine
we get
so divisive

cannot tolerate difference
become uniquely genocidal

and so
here the question begging
to be asked (so
superb in
question-
begging)

which of all these
blood-soaked, blood-
spattered
images

is the one with true sanction
the one

from above?

All
from

below
equally above.