Muddy Angels

On rolling hills, we strode

I made your soul familiar

and knew you as a walking altar

so stately you ascend in speech

enlightened in an encore of death & disappointment

attaining holy detachment

feeding on abstinence,

as hope is gluttonous

for earth angels are fructified in muddy waters

I watch your glorious wings lie dormant under dirt

The grieved are many

but none so brown and blue as you

And how like the rose weeps richly deep, nourishing drops of oil as it’s crushed,

In ex hypothesi, gruesome reality hits to disenthrall thy soul

I’m no longer begging beauty not to go

No longer patient till paradise

I invite you to tarnish

in madness

in loneliness

Half mud, half heaven

Feet go so lightly now, floating through,

but never away from earthly troubles