Dan Williams

Choir of Angels

Insisting on charging blindly into our deserved oblivion,

blindly watching while arrogance corrupts;

discipline shunned like belief in our likely demise.

Staggering, stunned by our own foolish ambition

until only folly and stupidity interrupt.

Choosing to ignore proliferating warnings,

denying even what can be plainly seen,

listening to a choir of angels sing off key.

Glistening like diamonds and really as worthless;

waltzing around where our egos have been.

Falling from the precipice that was always tenuous,

we once landed unscathed, and persevered because we could;

now we only just seem to stumble, time after time.

We only just seem to proceed intact; instead

actually become the thing we most feared we would.

Yes, this is a cynical and mostly depressing opinion,

but brought on by real fear of defeat.

Caught on the snags of our fenced in shortcomings,

all the greed and the lies and the poor judgement

swirling around at our feet.