ONE WINGED ANGEL

i strapped the wing
of the flea-bitten angel

across my back
and wandered down the street

to my dismay
there lay the other half...dissected

in the middle of the road-
only recognizable by the pile of feathers

strewn across the pavement
like barbie plastic melted in ice

frozen in betrayal,
were my own perceptions of righteousness

tattered
by the sight
of my flight
now fallen.....

i knelt down and began to gather
the pieces in a last attempt to redeem

my SELF.

perhaps all sins committed could be reconstructed
and justified into good deeds.....

and this wing
-disassembled-

could become something greater
than it ever was.

but as i sat and gathered
its remains- i realized that

there was no picture of perfection
to rebuild the wing--

and so-

i found a nearby light pole...
-erect and judicious in its metallic manner-

and carried the carcass to its grave

and flapping sideways, with one wing in motion
tilted by my own beliefs that i could fly...

i made my way beneath the light
and
waited......
for a
miracle.....
under a blanket of stars
that had
somehow....
conjured up a miracle of their own.
-KnowOne
© William Crabbe 2002

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