time have you seen the angels biblically
accurate not winged but plush and stuffed
with eyes not blue but blue-black have you
leavened in the screeching silence seen
the sky from within its flannel felt its scissored
scraps around you have you witnessed the sky
pouring from the horrible mouths
of the angels in silent midafternoon unable
to move did you know you must shock
the body before it warms completely to the color
of carbon I must tell you they know
you are good you taste so sweet to angel
tongues they want you / they want you every night