Cado Angelus

A pair or cracked glass wings

frozen in peril

locked in time

sit lifeless upon a desolate table

as raw breezes run through a shattered window

affixed to a decrepit old house

abandoned in sorrow, drowned in pain

a pair of cracked glass wings

flutter with the loss of pieces

fragments falling into chasms of oblivion

while raindrops plunge upon a gray grass

greening with yellow light

and tickling the windows

while drying the woodwork

inside this ancient house,

a pain of cracked glass wings

flutter into the sun.