I take you by the hand
"Follow me." I have
no idea where we're going.
The real story, the true
story is shoved in the cracks
of wood, of glass, of concrete.
Yes, there is blood, how it flows
once traumatically released. No one
believes in Dr. Seuss forever.
Nevertheless, I have seen angels.
Ten feet tall, wings wide and stretched
as points between the stars. Hair milky-white
and curly, toenails like an arctic wolf.
They come for you as if you are a dove,
claws, gold-silk dresses, voices like hawk.
They splay open your body to free the soul.
Once you take away the fear of death
it's amazing what you can do.