Dark Angel
My fingers thread the sky with fiery lace.
With every breath air pulses from my lungs.
Its wind screams in my ears. I am the storm.
And now the rain – fat drops I fling to earth
To heal and drown, alike. The frogs sing and
The swallows dance to welcome life and death.
I give them all my violent life, my gift
And then dissolve, die growling from the sky.
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