This morning a huge X
From contrails over the town
Can the blue sky have an opinion
If it closes heaven down
Can clouds be ominous and fluffy
And by afternoon be gone
And life impervious go on
That X turning into a burning cross
To carry equally a thief or a god
Archangels mighty and dreadful
Their arms spread out in a gesture
Full of welcoming mercy and calm
Freely received freely ignored
Nothing saving nothing lost
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