There were angels everywhere
like babies
carrying, your name,
like crows when carried by malicious wind.
Not real ones, with wings.
Figures, icons, folding feathers and prayers
soft shelter or guardians on their-
A game.
A game.
One should not believe in what one
cannot see, namely fairies or demons.
Good & Evil.
Good & Evil.
We should let these Be Both
(superstitious) (malicious) (separate)
fantasies! Alas, we gorge
over-sated with our sponge cake bellies,
porous and too accepting.
porous and too accepting.
Just a passing tickle
black flashes splash our eyes
making one look up
just to see what it could be...
Painting by Hugo Simberg [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
