Response to the Death of Angels by Jean Jones

Is it any wonder, the sky back to the winged seraphs in depictions of white angels haunted by clouds, that you respect the calloused hands of winsome noise?  Does it matter? When, when so little means so much, will it be that the red lapels of éclairs rejuvenate respect? Can it be done?  Silence.  Silence.

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