Anthony

In confidence he spoke of angels
Transcendent beings who whispered in his dreams
They told him how to save a life
Not his
But, a child’s
So
He drove his motorcycle off a bridge
And
She lived
– Though the doctors said she wouldn’t
So did he
– No one’s quite sure how
But
That wasn’t the point
He wasn’t the point
Theirs were not the secrets of longevity
They spoke of sacrifice
A choice
To balance some incomprehensible cosmic scale
Until
They found the right dose of seroquel
And
They never spoke again
Because
Angels aren’t real
Unless you’re mad

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