Angels Who Own Eternity

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

Mister, stop and listen to this hobo's chant so loud,

I promise that my words are not shiny, no, but proud.

I can, if you permit it, tell you my "secrets" of life,

Those that will break your spirit, and drive your knife.

Lo, here is the silken curtain lifted . . .

They are but a few, but oh, how mighty . . .

These muted beings are so beautifully-crafted . . .

Wings, perfect wings, serving not a sound in the sun

Paying no attention to the darkness below.

Two elder parents crying out loud all ninety-nine and one,

I shudder with fear, not like before, killing with snow.

These are but the young ones crying in dimensions blurred,

Here are the Majestic Watchers never missing a breath.

Giving me the key to all university’s black and heard,

I vow to bow to you, THE one calling silent words to take death.

The angels own the eternity . . .

Breezes softly walking near the older stars . . .

Boldly whispering a certain fraternity . . .

We own eternity. . .watching all wars.

© 2020 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on April 09, 2020:

I had no idea you could write so esoterically, dear friend Kenneth. Your message is beautifully clear about the Watchers. A warning to all humankind.

Ann Carr from SW England on April 09, 2020:

This is powerful and beautiful.

Ann

femi from Nigeria on April 09, 2020:

Haven't seen one but had one save my life over 10 years ago