Angels
fall in our world.
That
is how it’s all built.
No
Heaven can prepare you.
No
Fire can scare you.
There’s
no hiding under a quilt,
Or
a shuttle to escape the news.
Ignorism
seams to be our faith.
We
either push, let push, or are pushed.
No
angel can escape our raze,
Everything
eventually is raped.
Every
word falls in ambush.
Is
there escaping this faith?
Some
have done it.
Some
have even taught it.
They
end up with so much to say,
But
people just ignore their ways.
Not
to fall means holding on.
Holding
is fatal for unguilty sons.
Poem ©Copyright 2001 Carlos M. Rexach .
