Angel Fire
Galleries aloft in the majestic skies,
fire strewing through the perforated clouds,
doves spreading their colossal wings,
shooting fireballs from their electric eyes,
strafing artillery from the hallowed arsenals,
aiming at the barren earth, the cold tundra,
the shivering bones, the callous faces,
the empty hearts, the lonely arms,
throwing lovers together in an ambrosial web,
emptying out all earthly thoughts from them,
lifting their feet off the cold, cold ground,
shocking them with that magic vibration
that carries them from a world of weights
into a world of floating dreams,
or spits upon the parched forests
and spreads its venom to all lands near by
as it ravages everything in its path,
that beautiful flame so deadly.
Angel fire, the good and the bad,
the evil, the holy, the sacred, the infernal,
the wild, the tamed, the elegant beast,
that enigmatic flame that burns
wherever it so desires.
