use each plume to write a poem
record fantastical battles on high
where good and bad angel wings
flutter with similar momentum,
Gabriel blows horns & azure skies darken
exploding in lightning’s brazen bolts;
it’s been so long since religious training
I’ve forgotten Genesis & which creation myth
detailed divisions between fiery ones,
cherubim, archangels, or morning stars…,
blind evolution in a state of grace,
recalling beatific pinions clashing—angelic
violence humans have aped for millennia.