Tuesday, December 30, 2014

heaven help Sarajevo

there is wind
wild on the mountain,
there are angels flying
there are angels with atlases,
compasses, helmets with lights,
picks, shovels, climbing ropes,
feathers for the night.

there are no angels
but the angels that are there
(peering between the crevices)
have wind in their bloodied hair.

Merilyn Childs, 7/2/1994

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