The Crave

Angels
So pure that the heavens themselves
Could not hold them

How I crave their flesh
To feast upon their divinity

How wickedly I crave…

But, Alas!
I dare not touch them
For fear that my touch will despoil them

…And they shall be angels no more



In my dissatisfaction
I crawl to the ceramic chamber
And drown my children
By the thousands!
Each day

A sacrifice to the angels…