She rides an old, dull blue moped, and wears a bright red helmet,
heading down the thin road by the cold, grey inlet, before dawn.
The silent morning, save for the high wine of the moped’s engine,
is frightening and welcome; who watches or takes care, this hour?
A small leather bag is slung over her shoulder, and across her chest.
She hopes the tide has not washed away the angel’s body and bones.
She hopes other desperate scavengers have not taken that green eye.
She hopes for a beautiful feeling, a piece of heaven above her, for dreams.
She stops the moped at a well worn dirt path, down to the water.
She leaves it on the shoulder and walks down, the sun rising again.
A distant glow, like hoping waking after the war, and endless evil.
Like a paladin approaching The Grail, she is silent and awestruck.
On the little finger of land, half still in the water, is the angel’s body.
Silver and dull bones, soft flesh corrupted by coming down to earth.
White hair spun pure and fine. Fluttering gold feathers still on wings.
And the bright and green eye, still seeing and glowing without light.
She knelt at the angel’s head, awestruck and fearful, touched it softly.
She reached out and took the eye, and all that heaven could be for her,
those visions filled her mind, crushed her heart, something more than animal.
Something more than will and power and corruption and endless loss.
She put it in her leather bag, and walked back up the dirt path to the road.
God’s eyes were upon her now, no hiding from who or what she had been.
Those eyes upon her, no hiding from all that she could yet be and become.
The night was no longer fear, but the sun would be once more, as at her birth.
She rode back to the trailer home she shared with her older brother, and tired
and angry mother, and the cat that seemed to see ghosts in the dust hanging in sunlight.
Her heart seemed empty but at peace, and the star light was a broken sing: VACANCY.
As the sun rose, the light filled her, and changed her, and God sighed, at a silent loss.
All was new. All was fearful. All was well.