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Poem: Killing A Six-Legged Saint

Published in Swarthmore College's Small Craft Warnings Fall 2015 Magazine

The vicar scuttled toward me, frightened and alone,

I stood still, watching it fight against the drones

Of its former flock, turned into the beasts

That we so often see and many times disown,

Petrified, he collapsed, frozen on my altar

Littered with sleek silver and yellowed relics

That provided the cruel and the wise

To strike down.

So I struck,

Caught in my own trance of disgust and compulsion,

Wondering if my sudden act of defiance spilled

A microscopic soul hiding from my revulsion.

Written by Abhinav Tiku

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