Angels Without Wings
Arabic spoken in Al-andalus
after 400 years of the inquisition.
Muslim houses in Bosnian villages
with crosses on display
despite the threat of apostacy.
"And slay them wherever ye find them."
morning fresh as the one –
the Buddha knew –
the flowers of the valley
the grasses of the plain
the body, a holy place again
eyes shine with the unbidden light of heaven
and nothing, nothing shall remain.
The future aligned with heavenly ways,
And on inauspicious days,
with no quarter offered, or taken,
Riot, lobby, accuse, condemn,
the 'faithful' seek the blood of men.
shake off these shades of numerology
live without angels
die as men.....
Taylor Crowshaw
Mon 3rd Sep 2018 07:29
What an atmospheric poem with a mystical quality..loved it thank you..