City of Angels

The world has removed
itself from you
toward the shadows

of ancient past;
twice removed
from the fountain

where harts drink,
where thirst ends
in a drop of water―

crystal clear so
magnificent it washes
the pain away

like sea clearing
the dry parched sands,
like Sunday rain washing

the earth from its dirt.
City of angels! You’re perfect
yet unloved. Cast down

your demons set them
on fire. The world’s not
dead in it’s alabaster dreams.

It speaks in alamoth of
Alpha and Omega:
They who rescued Lot

from Sodomic wrath;
who announced the
manger’s miracle;

they who rebel―
a heavenly being
who will bring judgment.

You exist in your
inexistence.