Two motherless daughters, Firemajic and SilverMoon, must have sounded like A Thousand Angels Screaming this afternoon after we finished our collaborative effort to breath new life into one heartbreaking poem she authored.
It was like: You post it in your thread! No! You post it in your thread! Back and forth. Both very stubborn women, we. But she wore me down and won. And she "is" the winner. She put this out here.
Here's "Version Two" birthed from our Love, Sweat and Tears
A Thousand Angels Screaming
I stood there.
That site on Highway 67
like an innocent,
tracing twisted metal
with pointer finger,
to numb to tremble.
Shattered glass,
trampled grass,
blood splattered
on wild roses
now, odorous.
Three ambulances
Sirens mocking arias
One fire truck
Horn blast, the Beast’s trumpet
I closed my eyes and only
heard a Thousand Angels Screaming.
Casket,
the strong box,
for a diamond,
Crepe de Chine silk,
a love letter’s ribbon.
They surrounded you
in the dress
you wore to my wedding.
That day you never gave me away.
They seemed like strangers,
dozens of kinfolk and friends
thunderously grieving
while choir bellowed
“Amazing Grace”
to reach heaven’s ear
I closed my eyes and only
heard a Thousand Angels Screaming
Coffer closed
your cradle, now,
set in an earth hollow
A chasm I cannot cross.
My throat,
a tunnel,
backed up
with scars.
My enamel row,
the bridge,
my words
jumped off.
Blemished
Muted
I opened my eyes and only
saw a Thousand Angles Screaming
for me.



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