Our Bio

An angel has a body.
Lovers have Lake Erie.
You have died.
Sometime in the future
it will be lavendar.
What killed you?
It was a process like spongecake.
Most likely.
It was one century or other.
Peaches.
A lover.
A snowstorm over your vehicle.
Does it really matter?
You fascinated a few.
Are you very particular
like a rainbow trout?
Even now?
Vanished.
Fog feels its way along.
Around the bank and tombstones both.
Mostly children's games.
You were fascinated.
The grammar received nobody.
But safer place lovely.
Sympathy flowers.
We put angels in the cemeteries.
People forgot Saul Bellow.
Gradually.
We washed clothes.
We said Merci.
We imagined brothers and adjectives.
We didn't do that badly.
When we weren't killing.

Complete moons were rarer
than the incomplete versions.

Why we invented streelights.

People counted them
as they walked out a thought.

Until the end of time.