RAINING ANGELS
For even a second, change me.
Yes, in that afternoon position, I almost listened, listened to the hungry figures cast in
front of the counter,
I almost listened, then changed positions, after the ringing and then came the jingling
sound heard,
Sound from metals settled against each other from the supposed entrance of a man with
settled mettle, but it was another,
And in stepped a vastly ghastly person whose evil must’ve spread through a wide range,
Instantly, his shallow grace and sallow face impressed me as he muttered with slight pain,
“Spare change?”
With each suddenly unstable thought and each breath laboriously caught,
I thought for, fought for, sought the meaning of such a hazy phrase,
And praised for escape from a sole focus on something so soulless,
Still, his will, seemingly filled with evil, killed my view of anything real,
It didn’t fail to seduce me, yet couldn’t change me and never fooled me,
As he mumbled again, “Spare change?”
Then, I succeeded in gaining his meaning of “change” without straining,
When I figured, nearly fainting, that what he was claiming,
Was my soul by changing each angel upon me raining,
Change them, kill them, or just restrain them from ever again raining,
Yet the attraction between us flaming failed to see any of my changing,
And thus, I didn’t change!
And those hungry figures I omitted to hear calmly left the atmosphere,
After each, perhaps giving a balm, opened their fists on the man’s palm,
For them, I had neglected, and his eyes, I had reflected,
And with my eyes peering into all his darkness, darkness failing to change me heartless,
The evil and insanity was anything but vanity even when he handed me,
Handed me the words, “You got change?”
“Never!” I said. “Would I be willing to make a change that’s so chilling,
Never, with all my strength swelling, would I dare to enter your dwelling!”
The figure of darkness could hear, but stood there without fear or care,
Expecting to lure me, cure me of my pureness, he trudged with much grudge near me,
Our eyes closely meeting, and with the raining angels still succeeding,
I still didn’t change.
His evil force that tried to test me never failed to always impress me,
An impression that grew stronger and stronger even as these raining angels continued
to bless me,
But the soul within me was still unchanging, yet the strength within it started waning,
The evil before me never tore me, nor did it bore me, it wouldn’t leave me, nor would I let
it receive me,
Still unchanging, I abhorred this evil, yet couldn’t resist his feel,
Feel of, “I just want some change!”
“Thing of evil, imagined or real, I still must feel you, yet must kill you,” I said, lifting
an object of stainless steel,
An object I used with my everyday sanity to serve other people, friends or enemies,
The number of angels upon me had already lessened, for this force of evil had
weakened my essence,
He crept from the darkness as if to fulfill a wish, yet did nothing more than disturb my bliss,
And within the midst, his last words were attained with such slight pain, yet pushed me to my
final strain,
Pushed by, “What!? All I wanted was change!”
And I forced the instrument upon his cheek, almost deafened by an instant shriek,
A shriek that waned to the floor where the force of darkness disgorged his gore,
Finally, I buried the instrument into his chest, working my way to his rest, and nevertheless,
Those raining angels never failed to preserve my sanity and unchanged the best of me,
For the figure of evil I destroyed was never a part of my destiny,
And thus, to this day, I still haven’t changed!
© November 1996
At the most rested level of my disposition, preserving sanity is my only mission,
And these raining angels bless me, let me maintain myself in this position,
Insanity, evil sought to behold a bane-pouring rain that would change me from being sane,
And on that afternoon, when the moon’s gloom was contained,
A devil’s servant tried to gain me, get the best of me, but failed to,