Archangel
written by: Lee Dunn
@66human
Once,
within my hearing,
and thinking himself alone,
he said
I wish I were dead.
And I didn’t man up to that.
I god damn kept my hands in my pockets
and shied away from his tortured road.
And now, in my time of life,
I see to it that things are kept clean,
most especially those hard-to-reach places.
Angels are white-winged, I think,
and brook no negligence of care.
And I don’t know where he is now,
or if he can see my compulsion to shine things.
To bring them to bright.
Or if he knows his boy is just like him.
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