The angel touched me
with her fingertips
as cold as ice
I felt numbness
creeping from the top of my head
down to my heels
sending a shock
on its way through my spine
like one thousand small feet
of half-inch soldiers
marching on my arching back
toward their fateful death
bursting my lungs
as if a dog chomps
a balloon
with its rabid canines
and the air escaping
to my stomach
brewing into a tempest
that lifts me off
my sore feet.
05 January 2002
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