Two dark angels
Lost from paradise,
Fallen down the ages
With tattered wings.

Jagged relics
Of a brilliant star,
Frozen in fear,
Damaging, deadly.

Eternal recriminations,
Flightless now,
The pinions bedraggled
Or metal heavy.

Caught in time’s moment,
Paralysed energy.
Is it a broken wing
Or essential support?

Living a death
Locked in each other,
Chained to a weight,
Venom invading.

Shadows that move
With moon and sun,
Endlessly turning,
Focus changing.

How do we know
What shadows we cast,
Looming on backcloth,
Shifting under our feet?

Changing shapes,
Impression is passing,
But not the substance
Of ourselves