7 Falls Poem by Jesse Allen Anderson

7 Falls

7 times 11
Are we forgiven
In our lives misfortune
Are we cemented
In a wishing well
My wings are ripped and dented
Our wishes falling down to hell
Still the angels fight to save our prayers
A constellation of stars in flares
across the midnight sky twilight collecting dust
The orchestrated trumps and the big band snares

The angels are just
Nothing compares
Heaven sent them down
in a gust
This is the seal
That forever bears my trust..

And I can't retire
This soul desire
I drag like smoke
and crush your empire

Without these eyes
You're powerless
mine never dies
Red phospherous

I'll light my suspect
with my intellect
the mystery that I reflect
Because of

The cause and effect

you convinced them all
that i would never turn out
but you'll be ashes long before
I ever burn out.


This is the day of the underground
And gravity judges
all abound.


Ashes! Ashes!
You all fall down!