Raptora
Sable Lay
we thought of angels
choking on halos
of their own accord
us puny ants follow suit
our angels choke themselves
and we choke each other
the skies shouldn't teach them pain
but to have a little shame
for wounds can be returned
our asphyxiated leadership
has no place in the land anymore
the sacred defiled, the holy forlorn
ophanim, my love
boundless and black
eyeballs of flame and knowhow.
craving, violence.
craving, vengeance.
craving.
children and mothers
cower from cacophony
as husbands’ heads roll
the door creaks, wheezing,
splintering, until it
breaks.
and we think to ourselves
we hope our mothers
die first.