Sitting Alone On The Isle Of Patmos Watching The Angels Of God Rock And Roll - Poem by Shannon Walker
Silence has a voice; it can scream.
There was silence in Heaven
When He opened the Seventh Seal.
Usually it means to hit the gas,
And you're in some crap
Part of South Los Angeles.
Other times, it's not so simple;
Even the 'strap' on the table
When all you can see for miles around
Is a cup of disappearing coffee,
And the Death Angel,
Spinning her scythe in the air,
Like a baton.
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