Angelology: a poem by Alysse Aallyn

Without Angels
The sky would be
Impenetrable

No mimicry to mirror
Us
Celestially

Backless vertebrates
Aswim
Amongst the clouds

Must be invented.
Even lava
Formed faces at first

(We know this)
Pushed out puckers
That spat like mouths.

Birds fly like angels but
It’s difficult
Their eyes separate to

Points of seeing
We cannot drench with self.
And the reptiles!

Such slow uncles
Shave-brush fins and boxer stance
Their beats too slow to follow.

We midwife angels
As in the fairy tale
That children so admire

The coins appear as quickly
As we wish to spend
Rushing us through spheres

Of carousels of
Space
To meet ourselves our

Unspent ghosts
Coming
Back.