Angels
by Russell EdsonThey have little use. They are best as objects of torment.
No government cares what you do with them.Like birds, and yet so human . . .
They mate by briefly looking at the other.
Their eggs are like white jellybeans.Sometimes they have been said to inspire a man
to do more with his life than he might have.
But what is there for a man to do with his life?. . . They burn beautifully with a blue flame.
When they cry out it is like the screech of a tiny hinge;
the cry of a bat. No one hears it . . .
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