unheard

Unheard
By james a. galgano

The wrong season for ridicule
No inconsistency when all year round
Like hymn books left in vestibule
With pictures of forbidden sex abound

Some mistaken identity of one I never knew.
Behind whose veil only mesmerized I forever see
The image of a blessed angel in blemished grin flew.
Across some eerie horizon not quite near eternity.

Who will read this anyway it wasn't sent and if so, not by me?
Identity precariously encrypted upon a passing storm cloud waiting in molten wings.
Of some flightless bird that on better days looks a lot like you obviously
In the wrong season for ridicule a-flight upon some uncaged bird unheard sings