“When They Crucified Love” by Dan Lenart (read at magazine release event @ Central Library on April 17th)

Some time ago
a flickering flame of faith was snuffed out
on an ugly dark day when vulgar men ruled

A delicate flower of beauty, filled with promise and hope
was cut down before it could fully blossom

Sublime straightforward truth when perverted by military brute force dies,
so its seed can germinate, and grow underground

Bloodwine is not just for vampires,
but also for pious pilgrims, practising rites and rituals

Those who believe in belief trust someone else
and can live out private creeds for all to see
on full public display
Hearts laid bare throbbing
bright bold and full of vitality

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