Angels Too Few

i have the right
to be afraid
                    or
so they tell me

i know only the
                            cut
of daybreak
and the bitter
                        end
of night

i have learned to be
amazed
              or
to at least
                 pretend
to be

the image of necessity
too aware to be sad
gloriously alone
an old woman whose
nose
runs in the cold

where are my heroes
trapped
in their fat-bellied bottles
genies
awaiting the
                       word

there is too much
pain
in his eyes
too much
air
in his finely
                  collapsed
lungs

my wounded arch
angel

my all
my own

and i am his
wounded
                oh
so wounded
               oh
so blinded
                 киска

©s rogers 17 dec 2010

2 thoughts on “Angels Too Few

  1. katley says:

    I feel the pain here. Thanks for sharing.

    And I recognized the word “kitty” in Russian 🙂

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