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