we are angels
with cathedrals,
prophets, and poems
to prove it
other species
are not endowed
with such gifts:
the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel
the pyramids, loosing
the bounds of earth
to walk on a moon...
psychoanalysis
the atomic bomb
Anthrax, dioxin
and gunfire
gunfire
we are maggots
on rotting fruit, sated now
looking for a place to hop off,
to escape before the fruit falls fast
to the ground
before the oceans rise
and the skies fill with ash
surely we can fly away
but we are wingless
angels, killer angels
killer angels
Yesterday, in my city, two 13 year old girls were shot less than a 1000 meters from the school they attended--one died--I am sorry if I am not feeling very poetic--I don't usually engage in commentary--that is for the prophets and priests--but this popped out