The Angel Took No Prisoners and Vowed to Show No Mercy 

Lily could not speak

she could not breathe

fore she could not imagine herself 

beyond boundaries

that found themselves

inside the miracle of 

Jupiter's song

nor silence 

reaching 

to seep 

beyond an outside hope

of a spectators doubting eye.

Blindfolds of the mind

despite

the passing clouds

red moon

bleeding out

saddest for our lack of 

comprehension

perception wrapped in plastic

changed after time

through a crows blind eye.

And all the trees are melting now

just like your lip sticked smile

that falsely accused us all

of reverence. 

Step lightly 

past this moment

lighten your load.

All wings

must be left behind.

There will be no going past

this hesitation

surfaced fears

nor prayers 

said piously 

out loud.

The angel in all of us 

is now sleeping.

She came

and walked about.

Then after seeing no one had noticed

took the flowers from your grave

lined your travels 

with the fabric of a vampires music

warning nature of disputed miracles

doubts

and lies.

Unable to ask the correct questions

I took it upon myself

to inform  that angel

to close 

her journal

and rest 

her dying eyes.

The light spoke through the rain

a star trying to escape a black hole

there would be no forgiveness.

There is a message

that any traveling angel would concur                                

it was time 

for a sinners tune

and a lost child's lullaby

to set its mark

pure.

So without further ado

that wingless angel

pulled up all the grave markers

that rested on someone else

their unheard midnight prayer

then melted them all

into the timid skyline

and Jupiter's silent 

weeping song.   

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

copyright 2009