BIOGRAPHY OF AN ANGEL: coming soon

The angel in broad strapped-on wings stands and struts, murmurs and chants towards the end of days, towards deliverance and verisimilitude. His burning skin and his stumped feet wade through the long fields of cinder and ash, through broken bones and snapped teeth. He stands on battlefield and playground, crematorium and asylum. He is service to the tragedy, the power and the intended glory. He is the heavenly creature with strapped-on wings, he is the creature of pretence, part of the journey of myth and hushed cycle. We are together in ancient verisimilitude he murmurs, together in proverb, parable, and gods wrath. He raises his old gnarled hands in perceived exaltation, but the gesture is hollow, the gesture is shallow. All is mockery within a strapped on wing.