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Nov 2020

Flake by flake
Heaven falls

until its whiteness
covers all.

Angels guard
their dead.

All is quiet.
All is light.

Even marble flesh
feels the cold.

The dead have forgotten

A Christmas the angels
have never known.

A forgotten bicycle
half there-half not

looking like an art

until it too succumbs
to the snow's will.

The silence slowly
erasing the world.

A raven perches
upon an angel's wing.

She pays it
no mind

gazing with sightless eyes
as land and sky become one.

Even the horizon is
being filled in.

The raven's
harsh voice.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
   Sam Lawrence
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