BIOGRAPHY OF AN ANGEL

Once there was an angel that flew in glory and exaltation. Once there was an angel that had had feathers for wings, bright white dazzling feathers. Once, he soared and swooned like a giant bird, high on thermals, high on desert winds, high on life and the glory of life. He was formed in conflagration, formed in a firestorm of heavens and earths, he was the seed of cinder and ash. When the world was young he spoke in tongues, he chanted over oceans and through skies, he stood in the forest and hummed the names in the bright sunlight. Once he was a chorus to himself, white feathers filling the void, arrogance in splendour, pride in isolation. Once he was an angel that danced on cinder and bone, danced on dead men's vacant eyes and clawed fingers, his white feathers impervious to soot and cinder, imperial in his glory. Once there was an angel...