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An angel stands ready
to shy away from something
which commands his gaze.
His eyes are agape.
His mouth open wide.
His wings outstretched.
The angel of history.
His countenance faces the past.
Where we see a chain of events,
He sees a single catastrophe.
Rubble piles up relentlessly.
Layers of it are hurled at his feet.
He longs to linger.
To wake the dead
and reconstruct the rubble.
to shy away from something
which commands his gaze.
His eyes are agape.
His mouth open wide.
His wings outstretched.
The angel of history.
His countenance faces the past.
Where we see a chain of events,
He sees a single catastrophe.
Rubble piles up relentlessly.
Layers of it are hurled at his feet.
He longs to linger.
To wake the dead
and reconstruct the rubble.