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A Season in Heaven

I was not always who I am now 

Once I existed entombed in a sarcophagus 

Of rotting meat a malfunctioning synthetic heart of pathos 

Sadness pushed sanguine rage through bloodless veins 

Then one day I saw one of them 

Walk into the room and sit amongst us 

Dark haired and dark eyed enigma 

Shined gently with holy luminosity 

Gentle voice soft as the air 

I had to know what this thing was 

It led me to others of its kind 

Who disguised their prayers as poems 

And for a season I was one of them 

but that was before the fall 

When they told me I was one of them 

I loved them all more than myself 

They showed me their secreted white-feathered wings 

Then each grabbed a different extremity  

and flew in a opposing directions 

Singing follow me follow me follow me 

This is the only way home 

I followed the dark one with leathery wings 

We never spoke it just pointed down 

So I began to dig with naked hands 

Into the dry hardened soil of my soul 

The narrowest deepest of wholes 

The summer sunset, night fell 

And winter rose with the moon 

Resurrection 

I flew up out of my holiness 

On black leather wings reeking 

Of sulfur and brimstone 

Having found “…the soul of the poem” 

They gave me gifts of books and their poetry 

I wept when they read Dante’s inferno 

One by one I plucked the feathers from their wings 

So they all walked away mad 

This is not a lament I have no regrets 

Forgive me father for I am sin 

I am no angel but I had a season in heaven 

And that was enough