in the pale cove they saw angels

like long mercury and bright flowing platinum

their hearts were pouring through their eyes

humanity lay guilty on the grass

–

“why are you here?” one said

“we are sky to lay your vessel down”

they said and pulled blades kissed

with lightning

–

the sun came back to the world

and young ones recall their ancestors

found a land of flowing platinum

and so they seek the pale cove.