ANGELS

Careful
This search for self
In the ruins of others’
Expectations
The internal screamer
Has found new reasons
To be silent
Questions continually asked
Answers perpetually avoided
The god-heart pierced
By remarkably clear and precise
marksmanship
The mirror reflects the treachery
(and survival tactics) of a beast
but the sharp horns
are beautiful in their way
the kids listen for the monster
as he draws back his bow
and fires straight up
into a crowd of angels.
Pin-feathers and harps lay scattered on the ground
White robes and golden hair
Matted with blood
No one is really surprised
As the angel slayer
Had shown the truth in his murderous heart
years before.

-jim hill (11-07-01)