Night Light     A screaming angel streaks across a black sky. Bold high dive, leapt from the blank perfection of heaven.       DMFox    2004         Descendants   Sun shines through the bars And stripes cast sideways red Blue field overhead Cows dance like crystal stars Crows black angry skies Mice play pens on paper Daily bread gives no substance Sustenance is a myth like no other Currents rut veins of gold Powdered like buckwheat Flowers in the acid rain Red poppies and blue bloods White sheets among the threes Trust no one over Father, son and missing mother Written in stone, bitten in bark Scarred in bone and crossed Like two wet sticks That strike no spark Give us a sign they say Are you blind they holler back Arrows point like missiles In every direction Machines have eaten our senses Beaten the daylights Out of deserts and oceans Even the moon cannot Echo the sun’s cries In pitch black vacuum           © 2004 Donald Fox