I have no good explanation for this poem. It just happened.
Above and Below
“I don’t recall how I happened to fall,”
the angel said to the man with the hole in his head.
Replied the ghost, “You shouldn’t boast,
in a time of need, you failed indeed.”
“Don’t fret,” the angel shrugged. “The End hasn’t come yet.”
“And what will you do when that’s no longer true?”
The angel gave a sigh. “I can’t lie–
having once failed, it’s easier to again be derailed.”
“I’m already dead, but I know that’s not how you get ahead,
by giving up the fight when you should be taking flight.”
But the angel flew away, leaving the apocalypse for another day.