angel with one gray wing

an unclean thing in heaven

influenze in the lungs of reality

an angel said with ou gray wing

asking me to help in some way

the sun sneezing with yellow fever

not setting, but sitting coughing

on the sharp horizon bleeds

winter stops immediately

God’s been busy amputating

gangrene planets, places and plants

a pile of limbs, fingers and toes

at the bedside of reality

demons clean scalpels, check fluids and clipboards

she said and then asked me to help

but I didn’t trust devils with scalpels

and she left with a thorn from my flesh