I watched an old tired angel fall down into a lake of fire
I smelled charred wings burning

Dead Man’s Grave
I was born in a dead man’s grave with a dead man’s memory
I lived a dead man’s life
All the people I know are gone
Dust on the wind ashes and sand
I stood at the feast of remembrance
The wine the bread and the thorn
I watched an old tired angel fall down into a lake of fire
I smelled charred wings burning
I heard myself shriek in fear and pain
“Jezreel,” I cried out
“My name is Jezreel”
I live a dead man’s life
All the people I know are gone
Dust on the wind ashes and sand.

Roy E Edwards