Angel DustA Poem by David Lewis PagetYou said that you came from Angel Dust When I saw you emerge from mist, Your hair was covered with spangles, and Gold bangles dangled each wrist, Your bare feet trampled the Autumn leaves Whose gold reflected on high, The rest of you, like some ancient rust, That’s when I knew you’d die. And then I awoke and saw you there Asleep in our giant bed, All thoughts of a gold goddess were fairly Skittering from my head, Your breath, it was long and laboured, and Your hair, it was falling out, With tufts of it on the pillow there The chemo had left no doubt. And all the love that I had for you Poured out of my aching heart, At least I knew that you loved me too, You’d said we would never part, But nobody told this grim disease That came to you in a flood, To desecrate your perfection, then To end with you coughing blood. You begged to me that I end it, that I put out the final light, That thing I loved, that I rend it, that You wouldn’t put up a fight, I wept as I kissed you one last time Held on till I stopped your breath, And felt you fall from me, after all Through the final stages of death. And then in the early morning as I stood distraught by the bed, I thought that I saw you rise again Though I knew you were surely dead, And I thought that you came from Angel Dust When you wandered into the mist, For your hair was covered with spangles, and Gold bangles dangled each wrist. David Lewis Paget
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