The Toppled Angel
by John Grey
Face grub-level with the dirt,
hair moussed with moss,
wings slumped downward,
broken nose sniffing
dark devil spore
and smoldering hellfire,
and the rancid odor
of those corpses
it was expected to
deliver to the afterlife,
whose souls
the worms will eat
once the flesh has been devoured.
© 2004 John Grey
My work has appeared recently in Weird Tales, South Carolina Review, Bellevue Literary Review and Lullwater Review, and is upcoming in Confrontation and Pennsylvania English.
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