Up in the angel morning with their
Kissed:
Frying like eggs, soaring like bacon:
And above the clouds,
Heirlooms of metamorphosis in the wide
And open rooms:
While angels fly to get here:
Up and up
And up: daylight and pigeons and the moon
Propositioning the sun:
Eagerly,
Roses bloom, perfume and perfume
And fly and fly around them:
Graveyard and dump and tomb:
The daylight grows up into rocket ships and
Fireworks
And other careworn exhumes: and school will
Come tomorrow
And the whores will watch cartoons.

Robert Rorabeck

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