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To A Far Better Shore

An angel was seen in the area, pale and bright and golden.
>
> Not
to the strings pulling the bloodshed was she beholden.
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> She carried
a man in her arms, who had been lost in the war.
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> She carried him out of this world,
to a far better shore.
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> So many bodies, so much blood, so many hearts will be broken.
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> But it never ends, never changes,
all the same old curses spoken.
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> The
angel walked, silently weeping tears bright as the midday sun,
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along an shattered street, children, mother to be, all under the gun.
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> The mother
to be feels her child stir, tearful as the angel passes
> silent.
>
> She wonders will it be
a boy or girl, love or hate, victim or one of
> the violent?
>
> She wonders will it know peace, will it know war, will it be
> cherished, or
tossed away?
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> Will it be sheltered from this dead end world, will their be
an ear to
> hear it pray?
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> The children watch the
angel pass, torn up by her weeping, and why it
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all means.
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> They counted flowers once,
and heard that angel’s happy voice, a host
>
and queen.
>
> Is that man
almost fortunate, for he is been taken home, to that happy
>
and eternal place.
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> Is that man
almost better off, for he can hurt nor bleed anymore,
> despite terror on his face.
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>
And the angel walks up the stairs to the clouds and to a hole in the
> sun, disappears.
>
> What damnable tenderness, what cruel devotion,
to see what can be in
> these tears.
>
>
And the silence fades and the bombs and gunfire roars, but the spell
> still lingers on.
>
> Will there be
a happy and eternal place for us, when death comes, the
> gun is drawn?

Nothing But Fire

There’s nothing out west, nothing but fire.
The sky is ablaze, the earth has swallowed the sun.
My lover is queen of paradise, somewhere to the east.
My lover is not my lover now, everything passes in a season.
 These ancient woods are turned to flame and caustic slag.
These ancient woods are drained of the voices of demons.
I sit by the river, on a cold, ancient rock, waiting for something lost.
The waters may still take me under, to a forgotten world full of stars.
 Abandoned subdvision, by a brown and derlict golf course.
A mcmansion sliding into ruin. I make my camp in the basement.
Still a signal from a dangerous angel there, in the songs of my lover.
She calls the stars to this wasted race, but we’re bathed in blood.