I Saw A Shot-Down Angel

by Charles Causely


I saw a shot-down angel in the park

His marble blood sluicing the dyke of death

A sailing tree firing its brown sea-mark

Where he now wintered for his wounded breath


I heard the bird-noise of his splintered wings

Sawing the steep sierra of the sky

On his fixed brow the jewel of the Kings

Reeked the red morning with a starving eye

I stretched my hand to hold him from the heat

I fetched a cloth to bind him where he bled

I brought a bowl to wash his golden feet

I shone my shield to save him from the dead

My angel spat my solace in my face

And fired my fingers with his burning shawl

Crawling in blood and silver to a place

Where he could turn his torture to the wall

Alone I wandered in the sneaking snow

The signature of murder on my day

And from the gallows-tree, a careful crow

Hitched its appalling wings and flew away



About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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