To Catch an Angel.

By Jay St John Knight

Angels fall from the sky

Encased in tears

Of lost time

From the Great Eye.

Shimmering gold sunset:

Bright descent of The Holy

Bound in droplets

Racing to ground never met

Only to hover there,

An unfulfilled trajectory

Imprisoned on the

Mortal horizon of The Unfair.

Their hands, unwashed, grasp

And clamour for the sky’s

Celestial loss, amidst

The chorus of the Thousands’ rasp.

When dawn breaks

Over fragmented bones

And noxious plumes atop ivory dunes

They wake; ignorant to their cursed fate.

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