Ashley Kim
choke down a bit of the eagerness Angel,
lower the trumpet to your side,
relax the wings,
ride with Mother–
the other side can wait for me; wait for her
oh, she cries in her hands!
a pitter patter between mouth gasp and chest thump–
please, be of comfort Angel
help the woman grieve before you lay the golden bed
and be my new guardian in my new home
things aren’t even in boxes
much less my body;
boxes are what she has to feed memories
and you’ve my soul, so
just pause–
the gates will open soon enough,
way above the clouds,
create a split between a
gluttony of air
&
torrid black water
oh, Angel of death
on the edge of the funeral gondola
ripe enough to fly away–
bow your head
down
grace is also knowing when to stay.
(Inspiration Source: https://twitter.com/archaeologyart/status/1413581241467736064?s=21)