The ANGEL, unstuck by time and by colors,
Purely tests the blood for trace amounts of poison.
Test tubes, alembics, the chemical tools for her revelation;
Lo! See her steady, milk-skinned movement - peering through the microscope,
As celestial observer above a simple, cellular world below.
Hark! The ANGEL sings of negative yields, jotting her testament.
My dear lab-coated beauty, but if I were a homicide:
You would see me fully, drain my spirits from out this husk!
Submerge my body in your acids, ye transcendent ANGEL-GODDESS,
Dissolve me that you might smile at my form's destruction!
And when you have reduced me to my bone's essence,
Pour me in your tea - drink me - consume me, that we become as one.