three angels arrayed
up in a tree, over my shoulder
just behind me
they talked with child-like innocence
making me blush at Purity so near

sacrificial twins
rumsfield and sadam
in synchronicity these co-conspirators
"hang" together...

caught from behind
over the shoulder
by the breath of angelic whisper

Pure Inocence
so stellar in its origin
that it passes undetected

unnoticed

save-for a divine hint

no sorrow, no remorse
don't look back
stay the course

shuld we celebrate life
or mourn for it
by all means
not stuck in-between