Stephen Brian Brady


Listenangels - Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Angels in fairyland
cry out from a flat screen
yet we hear not their voice

goats have no place here Erotica
nor have merchants with their measuring implements
we are labels children
to us the moon weighs light
starlit we balance with ease on the earth's rim
from supermarket trolley
to the folly of the pedal-bin

yet they persist

still you can sniff the air
see how the sky slants in between the trees
but of it all be well aware and ill at ease
gouge out the mortar
find cracks in the dark
and from cock-crow to twilight
pay heed when dogs bark

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013


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