When Angels Lay Dead in HeavenA Poem by Wesley L Dingler
When angels lay dead in Heaven
And the forest beasts grant us our daily bread--
All civilization thinks less of their brethren--
Much less, in fact--than garments made of thread
The King of Kings--once heavy-hearted--
Is nothing more than illusion running round in our heads
We will negotiate
Who does and who doesn't have Power--
But not yet
© 2012 Wesley L Dingler
Added on May 15, 2012
Last Updated on May 15, 2012
Wesley L Dingler
AboutI grew up in Central Alabama and began writing poetry and short stories at age ten. I am now the author of several poetry compilation, a song and lyric collection, and a collection of short stor.. more..
Make An Ebook!
eBook creation services. Free support & free consultation. Reach readers on iPad, Kindle, Nook, Smart Phones & More!
Make Your Book An eBook!
eBook Conversion Services. Free support & free consultation. Reach readers on iPad, Kindle, Nook, Smart Phones & More!