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A Terrible Beauty


Anointed with fragrant linseed oil,

my palm blesses the gleaming walnut stock,

seeks and finds its certain preordained place

where checking fails to stay my supreme hand.

My Sistine finger bends like a shepherd’s crook,

heralds not the spark of life,

but a Loyalist’s last twitch.