It rains cardinals
It rains cardinals
burdened angels
rooftops rattle
while red cardinals
beat against the moonlight
it rains angels
that are actually cardinals
they talk to us from the infernal howl
of their sudden drop
it rains badly injured arrows
inordinate inhabitants
of clouds
burned by our insanity
spitting fire
dropping from the swirling loneliness
of our blindness
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