See Comments

See here see here an angel
in angel's garb his head
is bowed the angel's way he tests
the air of the dawning day thus
should it be thus it is good
is real but these are
not an angel's words an angel
brushes from his pinions
what there is to say
for instance
on the passing of time on
passing away and also this old
past o city
of inconstancy to this
its voice is suited a wispy
continuous tone under
half-closed lids its wing
a wailing something like
the wind of immortality or
after the harvestman
the whimpering of the handful
none shall gather.
...
Read full text