O Fallen Angel, The Companion

I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For Flaws.

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

Think Of Innocent Icarus Who Is Doing Quite Well: Larger Than A Sail, Over The Fog And The Blast Of The Plushy Ocean, He Goes. Admire His Wings!

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.