WOUNDED ANGELS
Against Magellan skies of lust
like fog,
The vicious circus looms
like lures that lead to fear
and dungeons with rust:
bitter, torn down,
like circus doves whose wings are bound;
Against Magellan skies
where tortured dreams are bound
by teeth and flesh
the sky is filled with birds
the silence shattered
like wounded angels
when you offered dogs your fear