once as an archangel I fell
onto Paris streets
near the arc
a star at the juncture
where life meets death
having known liberty
I yawn and stretch
lick my lips cunningly
die for a cigarette
when did heaven’s floor break?
that’s when I fell
when did hell’s door open?
that’s when I came in
no wonder you can’t feel
the life within you
the light here is way too dim
when did grace cease to be?
that’s when I fell
wonder if I’ll ever get
to see the silver linings
of the clouds overhead
when did I fall,
when did earth cease to be?
that’s when I fell
just an archangel
at the arc triumphantly aching
Chagall 2020
A intriguing narrative poem.
Thank you, B. Much appreciated. —CC