The twigs and branches of her charred wings remained motionless as her head hung heavy
Criss crossed and and worn, behind rainy willow leaves
two watering celestial spheres swirled
until they sat fixed at her feet
a frayed hole, at the tip of her shoe
sailed at the bow, propelled by grass stains and dew
a hard working crew: refreshed from the sky, displayed for the gods
Were smited there on the seas by her whispering angelic frauds

Reached for the ax
angled it right
one fell swoop shall set things right

hand full of vines
she looked back at herself
Through the black holes in her eyes

but even this wasn't good enough

nor the fallen leaves upon roof tops