A Furious Angel Darts Down from the Heavens

In another place and in another time,
he would have been sitting, perhaps, and
he would be talking to another, maybe
his brother, with impatience in his eye.
And they would begin to deeply argue.

And then, without warning, he would
seize, maybe a tool, or maybe a rock
that would fit easily in his hand, strike
upwards, perhaps, from his sitting crouch
and into the brow of this other. Killing him.

And this other, maybe his brother, would
stain the very ground with his scarlet blood,
as it bleeds out of his brow and broken
temple. Out, onto the ground. And then
down, out of the heavens, a furious angel....

 

- Phillip Ellis