He finds a voice and sings. Fallen Angel 4

When he cleared his throat
many people drowned
washed away by a phlegm tsunami.

This merely raised a smile.

As the notes left his voice box
trees uprooted and fell,
smashing birds and nests into burrows and caves.
Mixing bears with bullfinches
wings with claws
beaks with teeth.

God asked him to 'be quiet!'
He knew that he was above God
above all creation
with a foot in one ocean
he gargled salt water
spitting out sharks and coral
at his leisure.

He was quiet for nobody.

With nails containing filth so toxic
he scraped volcanoes into fields
cutting man's displeasure
starting earthquakes with b major
causing heartache with c minor
whistling a tune that stripped the moon naked.

Perched on the nearest star he surveyed his audience
and began to sing again.

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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.