5.08.2009

The Angel

strapping on the same metal wrappings he wore the night before
he jumped up turned around and slammed the outer door
swiping his glance across the dark passageway to the east
he fled to the ocean's northern shore.

simpletons and riff-raff alike line the streets
chanting their hatred kicking the earth with their feet
but today the insiders will flee
from the villages and idolatry
lamenting their impending defeat.

today the marshals of the sky will seek their destinies
far above the sun-faded canopies
above the land where light-blind beasts dwell
just this side of hell.

and the humanoids will return
with their androgynous machines
scorching the land with oil and burning steam
laying waste to all before them
removing the breath of life
from every living being.

where will we live
where will we go
what will we do
when the darkness turns cold?
what will we eat
what will we wear
what can we claim as ours
when everything is gone?

his was the mission of the angels
bring a spark to where no light exists
lift the oppressed above the drowning tide
let them breathe on their own
a ladder to climb.

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