Teeming Angels
Please, Storm!
Let the children live!
Give milk to the sapless breast.
The desert spreads a spill so dry
it stretches wider wings of death.
Lightening shocks our eyes.
Thunder’s anger bolts.
Angels weep their own relief
relieving tiny throats.
May 2, 2016
for EVEN THE ANGELS WEPT - Poetry Contest
sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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