Fallen Angel

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from the ABC set Birds, Bees and Butteflies

His halo has slipped
and now hangs
unceremoniously
around his neck.
His golden harp has
Been replaced by
An empty whiskey bottle
And a cigarette spitting smoke
From the glaring embers.
His wings are sodden and the
Feathers ruffled.
Heaven was just a dream he had
A very long time ago.
And as he sits in the gutter
Looking up at the dripping
Ceiling of the motor way bridge
He wonders
Where is your God now?

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Comments

Jupiter | June 16, 2009 - 14:51

Hi Magic. Really like this one. Rock on Banksy! ;-)

Nolan | January 9, 2010 - 17:29

Desolation row. Rock bottom. The greatest of victories.

Kahdai | October 17, 2011 - 19:30

atleast still has halo