Pesky Angels
The dead walk these hours
ruling the living with their imperfect recollection.
I beat away the angels with my stick
as they flock like gulls over my head,
begging for bread and attention.
Around me people prostrate themselves on the sidewalk
crying for mercy at the gate of their own soul’s mansion.
~ Jennifer M. Wilson holds a degree in Communications and Comparative Religion from Ithaca College. You can read more of her work at her website.
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