Caldo of the Angels
One, with hair this long was walking for ever and he found this stone that he called caldo
Caldo was forgiveness for debts
caldo is the word for exchange, for barter
caldo means trade
When the angels came they didn't know Caldo and lost their feathers in a game of pool
the next time they came, they brought many rocks
they smashed the pool table, the sticks, the bar
they found the sharks and smashed them as well
these were no ordinary angels
They were you and me— they were us
Aren't you glad we got those fuckers back for plucking our feathers?
~fin
by r wesley edwards
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