On Wrestling With Mortality:  The Angel Speaks

         “I will not let you go unless you bless me.  ~Genesis 32:27
Finally—I lay on my back
exhausted, unable to rise
as she stood over me.  The Mortal
straddled me—in all her ferocity,
her canine viciousness.  She rejoiced
in head-shaking exultation

as I smiled up at her.  But she did not
understand—I was her explosion of light!
And in the following darkness
she fell and slept in my arms
where she had fallen.

In the morning, I thought,
in the morning I will be earth.
I will be bone.
I will be her beating bloody heart.

But for now in darkness
let my wings
be her dreams.
          4/30/1992 to 11/9/2025

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