Angels
By intheiceysky
Wed, 21 Nov 2012
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In a tangle of white porcelain wrists
The coroner then comes and assists
He looks down, shakes his head at the screamers.
‘Men, what we have here are merely dreamers,’
He stares at the window, floating so high.
‘When they jumped, they probably thought they’d fly.’
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