Tuesday, June 2, 2009


God’s kin,

Wings lined with gold and trumpet-tongued

Sang through shattering clouds

As those few descended.

Down, but not too deep:

Immortality seeping into Mortaldom,

Silent, ashamed of the turmoil

That they rained on the heavens.

Eyes wet with bloody tears, as skin concealed wings,

Their bodies convulsing

As eternal fires began to shake their bones.

They fell to their tomorrows,

Forever-exiled into indeterminacy.  

1 comment:

Joanna K. said...

very eloquent and expressive:)fantastic job!!!!!!!!!!!