I am no angel watching from my cloud
Yet how simple to see myself so. My wife -
You will suffer for your remaining years while I, loud
And overbearing, make your suffering my life.
I will gloat when normal people shuffle along
Their tiny paths; and shout: how different I am.
Every day hear my cheerful bird song -
At dawn I greet the sun; at dusk I quaff my dram!
You move gently in the shade of your grief -
Quietly touching eternal sand or tiny spring leaf.
You look with numbed gaze through my eyes
To find that which will encircle you, never surprise
Or hurt. Can an angel do anyone harm,
Even those it has always loved? A dark swarm
Of bees clouds the wild pear, drunk with spring fever,
Desperate. And how can I promise you: I am here forever?
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Last updated: Dec. 1, 2010
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