WHEN ANGELS SING

They sing
of things
that are not
and things
never found

of tatters
and tears
of bruises
I wear
of thorn
in lace
and love's
disgrace

of broken things
that never mend
of kisses
laced with
oblivion

of lonely dreams
of forgotten
things
ripe with
cadaver touch

of these
things
my angels sing
as I ready
for the
end


-Kalynn Campbell