Contoured

Benevolent acolyte drones
in frozen faces,
move the tired, hungry, the poor
with resonating voices.

Paid to walk in peace clothes
they lick your wounds
with glowing promises
from tongues tangled
in shadowed wisdom.

Forgiveness lingers in
silent messages sealed in
tears and sweat and
pain drops slip sliding
into themselves,
their echoes exfoliated.