When God Shot My Angel
God shot an angel
Who, like a leaf when hit by gravity, plummeted down
Spun violently in the weather around it
Then landed, anchored by heaven's unseen duct tape
To the earth
So that when I opened my infant's eyes
A being clothed in light and laughter held me to its thin chest
With a smile that was full, red, and wide
Like a slice of freshly cut watermelon
Sweet
But as we ripened through the years together
As the pimples became ever more evident upon my face
We saw the clotted and ragged edges of the bullet hole
Made by the man beyond the cloud top
Why?
Like a bacteria which eats away at the flesh
Ignorance groped it's slimey way into her wound
From the darkness it crooned it's acidic lies to the angel
Singing thorny labels
Which stuck like tattoos on her skin
"Retarded"
"Worthless"
"Lesser"
"Dyslexic"
Inked in their outrageous colors
Yet the angel's lips remained turned up
Towards her Home in the skies
So all could clearly see what had been fact for me
To God she was
Beautiful