angels – poems 2 die for

PROUDLY

proudly
exactly at the moment
when angels fell

he
stood up

on his hind legs

put away
monkey business, childish
things
dropped
his prehensile tale

at which,
clock started ticking
for all obedience points
accrued
for infraction
points dropped

strewed the veld
with the detritus of
every hunter-
gatherer

later agricultural event

leaving bones to
be picked
by such as
Dawkins and Harari

bounding across new landscapes
from horizon
to horizon

virus
of conquest
so much space to acquire

QUIETLY (SAID THE PHILOSOPHER)

quietly, said the
philosopher,

thus
the philosopher spake

argued quietly
should be
my default mode

here
on the edge
of an abyss

never jump to, rush to,
solution, conclusion

only after
careful inference,
deduction
make
lightning leap

remember
that a single feather
a flock doth not
of
necessity make
still less
an angel

though the brush of a wing
where none
should logically be

the feel of
a beyond
you cannot put your
finger on

may be
    different thing
                    entirely
every
   ounce of your being
shred
    and philosophical fibre

crying out for
deeper engagement

doing so
quietly

SILENT I am in the library hunting for tales of darkness and light feasting on the silence some poems are silent this we must respect in a world of horror what can a poem possibly say? some things are terrible some just overblown too big to talk about in a thing called a poem I have worked my way through this book labyrinth found what I was targeting exactly what I was after wondering if the books of light in this library are protected by angels flashing in to defend humanity, promote safety and justice bomb dropped falling as I wonder whether a golden robe goes with the territory is the absolute sign of favour presence of the light