What Angels Know
It is odd but darkness is not dark enough to hide shadows
of what is about to happen. It may be trivial a cyclist falling,
a bit of nosebleed and concerned onlookers, or a ship sinking,
desperate men swimming in the water and being eaten by
bold sharks, but of course the shadows are ready to silently
absorb screams sight and smells and record everything in
the logbook not knowing what pity is, and it will not read by
anyone’s mind, but other shadows prepared to endlessly mimic
human life form as they pass through temporarity and stored
for future references, washed and rinsed of thought as they
must never doubt their robotic limitation they are mere life forms
who accept the certainty of death, not knowing how to make
eternity bend to wish and produce the galaxy of peace.
