Thursday, March 31, 2011


Angel by Ron Mueck from flickr photo by Metropilot

If there be such things as angels
they breathe air just like me,
itch and scratch to the nth degree
and in the end - die,
their filaments of bone and muscle exposed
like the crushed wings of dragonflies
once their season's done.

But while they yet live, what glory!
Oh my, what glory!

To be published in OTHER SPECIES,
An INTROspective from outside
the human genome... Contributions Welcome

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