When The Angels Fall
When the angels fall
The wings go first, tearing off
And twisting like leaves.
Angels are bouyant,
Their wings are solid to catch
The air, the heaviest part.
Wingless angels drift
And grieve, they suffer.
This grief makes more mass
And angels sink from that, fall
Faster, become darts of pain
While they shed white clothes.
They descend, enter
The world as small pink bodies,
Gasp, begin to breathe.
written December 13, 2008
first posted March 19, 2009
images added March 20, 2012
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.