what makes them fit? [poem]

what makes them fit to be a king?

their origin: child of a Fallen son, the broken one

shattered glass, metal boxes and rusty nails

all occupy the hill They climbed;

this climb; a hill to kill

this is not the story of Isaac.

the Fallen son, with whom They share blood,

crashed down a lowly ranked soldier

after killing him there

should have been a crushing flood

but the soldier with black wings

and a lot of fight was reborn

he, of Thursday, who would take this Nephil

under his same broken wing

Nephil now child of three warriors

the black broken winged one

had faced a garrison

off of the love of one human man.

and in a way, he'd win.

he's small but he's got a lot of fight;

he's a pistol, ain't he?

and oh, how his Nephil seeks

to take after him

avenge him

the half angel half human finds the face

of the first god, Grandfather

who sneered at Them in His arrogance,

They would soon cradle

that Power and subsume it dry

They are not on this hill to kill now

Grandfather's sister,

soon after, Their forever companion

not struck with ancient celestial solitude

truly first of Their own name

for Their real heavenly father, Thursday's own

once gone, twice gone

taught Them love

They would grip tight and raise his busted heart

from the broken bodies in Their wake

and unlike any of Their fathers before

healed and let heal to Their core

- r. x. s. | 11.12.21