Treasure Island

Alden Nowlan

(25 January 1933 - 27 June 1983 / Stanley, Nova Scotia)

The Anatomy of Angels


Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,

and was adept at wrestling. She wore
a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone
mending he spent some several tedious weeks
marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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