Witness Poem by Nan Williamson

witness

on overcast days
apostate angels sneak out
on cumulus clouds bear witness
from high grey pillowy heaps
they wear no wings no halos
just ostrich-feather boas
and - eyeglasses

they peer down
on strikes
by unmanned drones
bodies twitching from nerve gas
prisoners tortured for their words
coughing children in the camp
and on and on and on and on

they don't sing together
they howl out of tune their tears
a rain that washes nothing

nothing