On The Eve of The 25th, Jean Jones poetry

The angel of death peered through the smoke
from the burning oilfields and an angel came
to her, saying, “Babylon the great is fallen,
is fallen and is become the habitation of devils...
Therefore shall her plagues come in one day,
Death, and mourning and famine;
And she shall be utterly burned with fire;
For strong is the Lord God who judgeth her.”
The angel of death smiled and opened up her great
Wings, for there was much to do and the air was
Thick with anticipation.

Jean is co-editor of wordsalad.net