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"Listen closely to hear the screams and cries of those being burned alive in these merciless strikes."

"Tell a body: do ballet." —@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

White Civility Council.

"Beneath a golden altar

This bishop’s regal ‧ resting place
is in a glass enclosure, a gleaming cage
where his body has long ‧ lain on display,
bones glossy ‧ and grit with glaze,
beneath a golden altar ‧ and angel’s gaze.
Dressed in vestments, he’s doomed and fated
to tarry, ever flanked ‧ by twin figures
on either side, saints treasured,
and clothed in white ‧ with crowns of gold,
palm leaves saved ‧ for centuries.
In this crypt beneath ‧ the basilica, the skeleton
sleeps in slippers, snoozing in a mitre,
his eternal slumber, his smiling teeth
like Sleeping Beauty ‧ if the sultan never came,
like Briar Rose ‧ if reaping was her game.
A ghost in a window, a waking dream.
Who is this creature? Say what I mean."

—Cassidy McFadzean at Alliteration.net

Meanwhile, on the surface of the Sun...