i have hated you
–the angel says–
from the moment
of your creation
so weak and powerless
can’t fly
can’t sing
you call that sound
you make singing
but it’s only noise
my gears are polished silver, gold,
my skin translucent pearl
i breathe fire
but can bring forth flowers
by kissing the earth
you are trapped in your meat
and your blood
giving birth in terror
and agony to terrors and
agonies
did you know
your screaming
is the only thing
approaching communication
with the divine
that’s the real song
he wants to hear
you were never meant
for paradise
you were built to suffer
because misery loves
company and
the stony ground
was always your final
destination
Words and Feathers 