consider the old saying
that every time a bell rings
an angel gets its wings
and think of all the times
you have heard a cash register chime
or the wall street stock exchange
or a fire alarm
or the low slow clangs of cowbells
as they are led to the slaughterhouse
what the hell are those angels making
their feathers out of
misery, greed, blood and fire?
i have always preferred birdsong
an earthly tune to be sure
unfettered yet surrounded by sky
even if it is all about territory
and sexual conquest
and where the best worms are
Words and Feathers 
I didn’t expect that. That’s good, dark but good.
Thanks! I think I’m dark a lot. Maybe too much.
Angels were definitely originally of fire. We have Disneyfied them, as we do with anything that frightens us or cuts too close to the bone. (K)
Some of my older pieces really dive into how creepy I find them.
Creepy is a good description.
Have never given you a shout out Crow, but I do so enjoy the twisted pathways your pages wander. Thank you
I read it all, and see it well
Thanks so much, that’s very nice of you. I’ve just recently discovered your site and what I have seen so far I don enjoy. I like your bio paragraph too. 😁