Angyal

I have been born again
A crying babe, pink and fragile
My wings are wilted, my halo diminished
No evidence remains of my angel years

But there’s a moment before opening my eyes
In that moment I can see my former years
Stretched out thin, an old map:

An angel has landed here

Now I am passed off to my mother
She’s crying like I am, we share the same tears
I know nothing of human love and psyche,
I know only of my angel gears

But her breast, it calms me
Though human, her nourishment is pure
I stop my screaming, my mouth is full
I shed little angel tears