4.2.17




Aw nuh nuh nuhnuh  no   No    NO  GAWWDdammit
                                                                                        stepping forward to the counter he immediately felt something under the toe of his bootleather  unsubstantial                                                                                
he tried to arrest his stepcraning his foot up from his ankle   hopeful it was enough berth
No 
     it was delicate
it crunched

he looked down at his shoe
brilliant rays of startling whiteblue light emerged from under his toe  a broken star  shattered fresh ice
and then a fevered light  pulsing   beginning to slow its brilliance waning  yellowing to old ivory  translucent amber
heavier bronze  then sullying to grey   a slight shadow dustlike  then shrunken black ash at the welt of his sole


he watched as he stepped back   

it did not gather to the bottom of his boot

a skeletal remains  shaped like a fossil of a perfect small leaf
  
                                                                                                                            the remains of an angel





his better angels were rogues not to be trifled with   they went where they wished

When they go low we go high
  
                     he appreciated her words her genuine candor and womans strength 
         however when he walked in marches against the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq  Vietnam prior  he walked to have the backs of his nonviolent brothers and sisters  if violence was brought to play and he was near he wasnt turning his cheek  he was assured hed have the drop on whoever brought the violence who believed themselves empowered because no one they attacked would strike back  perhaps his stance defeated the purpose of a nonviolent march he was certainly there because he was against wholesale murder(any Third World country standing against America would be slaughtered – proportionality isnt Our game plan) but he was also there to defend the marchers who were committed to nonviolence


I think he thought  Ive killed one of my angels



he didnt have any to spare
      


1757,  Sunday,  15  1. 17
0919,  Saturday,  4  2. 17
1446 days or fewer remain

Eurythmics  Here Comes the Rain Again  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3eZ4bhCyJM

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