i attended the funeral of an angel--

not an extraordinarily virtuous human

being, but an angel.

it lie there as a solid beam of light.

wings condensed to a blinding soar.

then the demonic condolences came

rolling in, as the space around that

beam of light transfigured.

thick and hard...the nausea of no way

home, was captured by a flailing incense.

that flowed downward, emitting no scent.

spring breezes

& absolute dead-weight...

chisel the cheekbones

of Christ.

accentuating eyes that

will be left on forever.

growing a starker white

sky.