Hear The Loud Laugh Of The Angels Poem by Antonio Liao

trumpeters
of the sky hear the marble
fall from the enduring tears
of the soul;
the vast land, wet the sacred
ground of the flowering nest of truth

lips have capture and spoil
the wind
of salvation, astray to where the
gains of rest restore,
let there be the
miter and staff of Abraham and faith
be reborn

now the melody
have begin and the Angels
hold the urn,
take what is left
tell nothing than yourself that
the day has to close and the curtain
started
to lose for the Angels of darkness
have wish to laugh for joy

catch up the rain and be sober
to wait...