Angels

Angels sitting in the dark

You can see
The golden halo
Reflecting off their
Wings of flesh
And feathers

You can see
Their dreams upon
The puddles of
Their tears where
The dragonfly's

Laying on a
Operating table focusing
Upon the hole
In the ceiling
Where they drop
Like acid

You can see
Their father with
A crown of
Thorns with the
Nails pierced through