Today's poem is by Rebecca Morgan Frank
Automaton Angels
Any idea can be made
material,like the angel wrought
in human formand mechanized
to carry a chariot,crown a prince,
blow the horn.Descend.
Ascend.Rotate, fly, speak
to Christ.What does a god
do with a machineand its prayers?
Its inorganic form?Open the door.
Ascend, descend.Blow out altar candles,
and bow before the virgin.Point a finger to the sun, say
Every Angel is terrifying.The ones who make,
the ones who are made.
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