Angels Over Berlin

Grace Andreacchi reads her poem 'Angels Over Berlin' from the poem cycle 'Berlin Elegies', a reflection of the bleak and beautiful city that gave it life. Read the rest at <a class="link" rel="nofollow" href="http://graceandreacchi.com">http://graceandreacchi.com</a>
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ANGELS OVER BERLIN

Not every angel is terrible
There are good angels and bad angels
One must learn to distinguish

There are angels that stand at the door of the dead
They've only come to take us home
Still we fear their company

Angels who sit and wait
their hands in their golden laps
for us to make a mistake
then rush in where all others
fear to tread

Bad angels lead us astray
into gleaming gardens of fake flowers
Know a bad angel by his charm
and by his sense of humour

The good in bright armour
clank about the sky
throttle nightmares
and thrust man-hungry demons down to hell

The best pity us
weep for our sins
Sit down beside us in our sorrow
and touch us with gentle hands
They carry our love - that heavy burden
All the way up the sky
And bring us gifts we cannot see or touch
and do not value much and cast away
Then spread their wings
a canopy of light above our sleep

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