Last Angel
written by: Adriana Morgan
@Adriana39863076
I’m the last angel
falling through the stratosphere,
losing my feathers,
like snowflakes they melt.
I might reach the towers of your churches,
I might bless the bones of your believers,
but I’ll never chime the bells of your thoughts.
Faster and faster I’m falling
twisting through time’s tails and tongues,
but there’s no one to catch me.
My wingless body
will crash on the sharpness of your egos,
my holy heart
will explode on the heads of your hierophants
like a juicy dinosaur egg.
This is not my Bible,
these are not my mosques,
not my Yom Kippur,
not my prophets,
and these are not my gods!
You got it all wrong:
It’s not snowing.
There is an angel falling
from Paradise.
Adriana Morgan completed a Ph.D. in French Literature at the University of Letters in Nantes, France. She is fluent in six languages and worked as a translator and terminologist at the European Commission in Luxembourg and the United Nations in New York. She taught French at the University of Jamia Milia Islamia, New Delhi, India, the French Alliance and the Universities of Valparaiso and Vina del Mar, Chile. She currently works as a multi-dimensional artist: painter, poet, translator, and children's picture books writer and illustrator. She is the first prize winner of the Midnight Mozaic Fiction (Medium, 2019), one of the selected winners of the Canadian poetry contest—Quebec and the Francophony, and second prize winner of the Daniil Pashkoff International Poetry Contest, 2018, Germany.
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