Sacrificing Angels

Barely you survived
the flames of your desire
emerging from the ruins
dumb founded and dazed
smoke forming a perfectly
darkened halo around
you, half drunk, half bruised
your singed wings, “what
a beautiful tragedy,” and
so sweet, the smoldering loss
of innocence in the blood
offering to the demons and
the gods of the flesh
half shamed, half amused
by the fool who followed his
heart, who dared to lignite
the spark, to reach, to touch
the fire that burns in each of us,
burning ’til we are nothing more
than memories contained in
wounded graves covered in
the ever cooling ash of what
refuses to rest and yet still
we dream without
looking back

5/24/2016 ©Debbie Berk