angel of death

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)