Golden Trumpets

Golden trumpets

Thousands of angels

Swarm the skies

Cotton of death

Blood dries

From sliced fingers

Labored by black and brown lives

Every color tossing fist fights

For the entertainment

Of a country—world, stadium harsh lights

Ship rides—

Bottoming out the karma

Of spiritual genders

Rising

Up up swarming

Up up—

I am so close—

Reach—-it’s closed

Heavens gates

Contrast

Of what this papyrus bears

They are over 20ft tall

No remorse

For any at all—

Golden trumpets

Carrying the warmth of the Sun

The colors are mundane here

Judgement has been called

My piano plays one haunting note

Eternally

As the wind rattles

Cuffing their fates

Screams of wars unseen

A pair of wings were dropped to me

I scream,

The rage

Of aunties & uncles

Pilgrimages & choke holds—

I scream,

Actresses & liabilities

Closed eyes, hostiles

I scream,

I don’t need—

To.

I was told

I would be the only one

Rising—-and the people panicked

And I am scarred—

From cracked lips

Of a dying era

Up up

Through the atmosphere

Cold breeze

Is what got me here

Colors

A scribe

Didn’t transcribe

A voice roared in the sky

Raindrops from every tear

Whistled, whistled—

Slowly, slowly

Like a heartbeat on its last life—

You have one,

Life

Who,

Do you,

Choose?