Last Angel, poetry by Adriana Morgan at Spilwords.com

Last Angel

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.

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