Neville

The Company of Angels

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….