Undignified Grave for an Angel

Saw an angel, saw an angel

Arched wings of black fully removed

Red articles of life hard and dry

Soft, dreamsome  feathers pressed into the ice

It’s talons reach still, preserved in last night’s snow

The ebony guardian sang and said “hello”

Undignified violence, and an audience that carries on

No proper burial for a messenger of the sky

No respect in this frozen grave.