Even my angels
could give me no repose
cold stone bodies
unresponsive to my glance
unyielding to my touch
old bones stir
concrete feet
heavy and cold



Angels with wings of glass
fill the reddened sky
hover over deadened eyes
killed with swords of brass




Killing me softly
beat after beat
my heart tries to breathe
lungs filled up
breath after breath
of my burning flesh