Sordid angel stirs, before her coffin
is lowered into the soil she bathed within.
Dirtied upon the crying smile.
Caretake, until she takes water
to create the drought.
Her love dries while her life dies
beneath the stagnant moon.
Small pebble,
dilated in the dark skies,
embraces her ocean,
pulls her up for a moment more,
before letting go.
Scorned angel weeps,
signals her turn,
always her go.
Born with unstaring eyes,
watching mothers
turn their back.
Modern Romanticism 