Adumbrated Angels
Copyright © 1996, 2006
Jason Lester Atkins
985 Fleet Drive, #347
Virginia Beach, VA 23454
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Come sit here among us,
Listen to our wind songs,
Echoing in these pine boughs.
Come sit in Chelmo village,
This place of gathered consciousness,
Attending meetings of murdered souls.
Listen to maculate mottled angels,
Soot dusted by kiln fires,
Singing in stillness between words.
We are your waiting chorus,
Choosing not the redeeming light,
Waiting for your knowing memory.
Singing for our baby children,
Suffocating in dark gas vans,
Still clinging to their mother's arm.
Waiting in this white silence,
Pines bending to soulwinds,
Waiting for your knowing memory.
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