The Angel of the Fence

The Angel of the Fence

*

The air is rarified up on the fence

As clear as far as watered eye can see

All silken blue, all glittered light intense

Translucent fathoms of infinity

Way down below, a long stone’s drop away

Through depths of fog and lazy clouded streams

The land lies; half in shadow, half in day

Divided by the fence in two extremes

New womb from yearning grave, dark black from white

The right from left, cool blue from burning red

Each country hidden from the other’s sight

Like crazy virgins doomed to never wed;

The angel of the fence can only pray

Don’t send me down there now, Lord, not today

*

by Gail

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