Sleeping Angel

The daily dirge of traffic

Beyond the walls of marble town

Cannot wake the frozen angel

From her eternal sleep

Her skin of stone

Scattered with the detritus of life

Leaf twig dust

Is cold to touch

Only moss and lichen thrive

On flightless wings

Hair and robe of stone

Cannot flow

Her feet and toes

Are frozen in a pose

Mirroring the corpse below

Sleeping Angel

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