Poem: Angels

Angels –Mau­rya Simon from Ghost Orchid Who are with­out mer­cy, Who con­fide in trum­pet flow­ers, Who car­ry loose change in their pock­ets, Who dress in black vel­vet, Who wince and fid­get like bats, Who bal­ance their haloes on hatracks, Who watch reruns of…

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