Sandalphon's spirit... A Poem

Sandalphon's spirit


Symptomatic
It was designed to fail
Like a stalactite breaking free
Like the tide rushing in
Like your mother's voice
in the back of your head, warning you
And then the roof comes crashing in


I didn't know her well
She blew up out of nowhere
She swept in with her kindness
She flew away in a rush
She was the antithesis of her killer
Spying those in need
Dying, trying to be fair