The Company of Angels
In the company of angels
He stands proud
And yes
Despite those broken wings
Unfolding
She say’s her prayers
For him out loud
Whilst elsewhere
In the distant distance
White willows weep
Their silver tears
Pon scented and oh so very
Thirsty earth and true
Twas no coincidence
They burn their sage and
Incense sticks
In the cool shadows
Of an ancient yew
At least one full hour
Before the sun bit hardest
A futile attempt maybe
To deny the reaper
Another soul for his
Dark harvest
Bitter salicylate released
And spread upon
So many different levels
Of course upon the wetlands too
Green spears prolific
For there it was on
Bended knees
She said her prayers for him
Out loud
And oh so very very true….