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On Betrayal and Angels
by Glenn CurrierIt was another land
the foreign country
I visited from the captivity
of our ticky-tacky house.
The bushes along their road
great dark green guards
hideouts for kick the can.
My first alien encounter
the hulking plodding bulk
mooing and moving
toward me with absurd effort
its eyes so massive and wild
stunned and captured me...
backing away
my eight year old feet
stumbled on hard black soil
hoof-cratered and dung-lined.
If I ever got past
that barbed wire fence
I'd bolt from this planet
and never return.
But...
Before my departure
my giggling friends led me
in my innocence
behind the barn.
The narrow grim space
reeked with rot and abandon
and there the whiskered neighbor boy
defiled and robbed my light
thrust me into naked night
through an enduring
vaporous torment.
But...
Visited by angels
who walked me
into my tomb
I found an ancient Eye
who knew through my shadow
and on heather clouds
wafted me Beyond
my darkened time
from wrong into rhyme
from blind into sight
from mind into soul. 11/17/2002 Author's Note: For all the angels who walked with me into my tomb and back into the Light.
Posted on 11/17/2002
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/17/02 at 06:33 PM I wonder how many have been robbed in just such a fashion, and how many would have the courage to write it. Angels or no.. this took much courage... |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 11/18/02 at 04:51 PM A touching story indeed, and very well portrayed here. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/18/02 at 05:28 PM Courage indeed, Glenn..and searing insight of the kind few people ever reach without some great cost to themselves....Amazing |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 11/19/02 at 04:43 PM Such childhood innocence...the conquerig of fear...wonderful |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/19/02 at 05:38 PM Great writing Glenn; quite expressive and lively. Although I suspect the meaning, not sure I fully understand what has happened here. |
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