Earth quakes
Cyclones
Forrest fires
Tidal waves

Friends
Adversaries
Acquaintances
In the misty morning
At the grievous mourning  

Oh spirit true
We need you

       -Tommy Johnson

I opened a door in the cosmos
and was swallowed, ensconced
by the darkness that followed.

Euphoric,
there you were
Phantasmagoric and sidereal;
I find I'm beside myself.

Come along and freefall with me
At the end of times
O'er the cliffs of nigh
We'll aspire to fire into spirals of nebulous unknown.

Above the scarlet oceans,
above the crimson sands,
I stand high upon divinity,
and witness the fate of tortured lands.

Fires burning to the West,
heaped bodies to the East,
cities fall like crumbling cancers,
the work of Man, a savage beast.

Beauty gone from Paradise,
the survivors live in squalor,
ashen forests smoulder,
as I peer upon this horror.

My glassy eyes survey the ruins,
of a town I used to know,
many bloated, torn, familiar faces,
what have they left to show?

"Lucifer where have you gone?
This is our time of need."
I ask you this but all you say is:
"When I warned you would not heed."


© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.

The angels are picking people up and leaving the horizon
out there in the distance
I see them

I suppose it’s supposed to be quite beautiful.
Perhaps poignant.

They could be dropping them in the sea
Or onto rocks
But we’ll assume it’s to heaven they go.

I really hope they do get there
I hope I get there

Because it’s been tiring
And lonely
It has been a long time since someone’s eyes have met mine
And even longer since winter began
There is happiness awakening in Berlin, Prague, New York,
Only it is a very static form
It takes short breaths before it is put down
And when it is its eyes swivel around in its hollow head
We all stroke it as it passes on

It is tiring. Too tiring.
There are no beds anymore
Not a feather

I scrunch up the membrane of my eyes and tell myself
Forget all the little loves
The summers that were so eternal
That autumn and winter became calm and just
Forget it all
All the people on buses and trains and pavements and in shops
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it

And now, here is my angel.