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Autopsy on an Angel

by Ken Harnisch

As curious as I might be I would
Not want to know too much
Like an autopsy on an angel
I do not need dissection
To believe that they can fly

I know only this
You seem to sway to that metronome
Only I thought I could hear
You tick against my tock
Know my restless heart
Finish sentences of mine
Half formed in thought
Not yet upon the lips.
I do not comprehend
But don’t question all that much
Some miracles are better lived
Then understood
Some queries to which
There is no sane reply
Are wondrous on their own.

06/22/2002

Posted on 06/22/2002
Copyright © 2021 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhyana Fisher on 05/05/03 at 04:30 PM

I do not need dissection
To believe that they can fly

perhaps that's part of the problem with the world today. too many people picking apart what they can't understand without knowing how to put it back together again. some things are better left unanalyzed.

loved those two lines.

Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/06/04 at 06:01 PM

For some reason I am drawn to any title with "angel" in it. This poem was different than I expected from the title, but I loved it nonetheless! "You tick against my tock"... such simple words packed with so much meaning. Superbly written Ken!

Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/28/06 at 04:56 PM

Do you know how much I love this poem? I have it printed out and framed, sitting on a shelf in my living room. With proper author acknowledgement, of course.

Posted by Kris Mara on 04/23/09 at 12:22 PM

Oh yes, this is so real -- it goes right to the heart.

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