language lesson for young angels - Theresa Roach Melia

[Larry Robinson]

language lesson for young angels

the wooden stone fiber box
in which they sleep
in which they dream
the box     in which their possessions
keep them
the box is called a house
		how’s?
no    house
with heart force they say     home
		ho om
the metal rubber vinyl fiber box
the box in which they roll over 
the strips of tar that they lay down 
burning smell machine cooking
the thick black goo
the metal box is called     automobile
			haut oh mo veal?
no	aw toe mo beel
with heart force they say      my car
				mihigh karr
and we funnels of the everlasting godhead’s
grace
	we guardians of the young of all species
	we warrior shield against wayward meteors
	we vibration balancers of all tectonic plates
	we singers of the constant Glory
we are called angels
	han gelz?
no     angels

	- Theresa Roach Melia