god has a past

humans have memories
of more than themselves

they carry on legacies
bred into them

angels gather
arranging
themselves
into angles

creating sharp
points

to cut the
skin of humans
and corrupt
their smallest spaces

the humans bleed
and bleed
but no longer
sacrifice

we cry only
when we need

man is in an image

man is to god
as a star
is to man

dead lights
fireflies