I stayed in the hospital after hours
Until the angels passed as flowers

Picked their petals and pressed their petals
To hardback chairs where guests settle

With heads cupped as pistols
Bags make the warning visual

For the cleaners sipping coffee
Black no sugar. Swallow as softly

As those breathing in the waiting room
Who can’t face the news

So they sit and follow the second hand
Throwing dreams into a pond to see where they land

Mixed with pennies the goldfish taste
Copper tainted framed with faith

That isn’t lost under halogen lights
That dull the mood and damage the fight

Adding half moons to palms
That are soon to scar the calm

And blossom to roses. Shed their skin
To replace shoulder blades as reddened wings.

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