The Call

Day Three of the second month the rain gave up time to hit the club I saw him dragging about hungry like a dying star full of dwarfed doubt did I lose my keys “Momma please” Not the pillow again Can you let us in? but the yelling behind the doors was more than all the nights before some kind of: “Hell full of angels The angels are falling Slip and sliding karma comes, karma goes Iheard it from the one who said: “as above so below” but never trust a kid to be caring for the fallen Angels here, angels no more The angels are falling 24 years of dodging fears His feathers grew wings as he waited for the great wind many were relieved but he heard THE CALL The angels are falling (when they get up again, something's not right) “She kept watching him even when she was through cutting the onions and she kept on watching until it was no longer possible for her to see him, because then he was no longer an annoyance in her life but an imaginary dot on the horizon of the sea.. .… what my mother didn’t see was her son riding the enormous wings of a Very Old Man