Angels Twitter
A Poem Exploring Social Media and Trauma
Angels Twitter
Is wreckage proof of survival?
Scattered about this way and that
twisting and protruding across
a blackened landscape.
Can it be put back together?
It ain’t a toy train set, you know.
Anyway, we don’t have the plans
never mind the know-how.
There’s a heaviness around
sucking down the air with it
pulling now once sturdy legs
into quicksand.
Are words enough to rescue
a soul from a sludgy mass?
A mess of straining hope in
clotted arteries
through which he barely breathes
spikes slipping consciousness
to hark a word or three:
don’t give up
the angels sing right now
twitter from hymn sheets
across the ethereal:
don’t give up!
About the Creator
Christopher Monk
I'm best known for my work as a medievalist scholar (The Anglo-Saxon Monk, Sodom in the Anglo-SaxonImagination). But recently I've branched out into poetry. And trauma is where I'm starting. You can see more at The Archaeology of Trauma.
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