As They Fell

They reached for the heavens as they fell towards the ground No subtle movements, no thoughts, no sounds Contaminated, they collected themselves; A leg, an arm and their heads They sewed the flesh to their matching wounds. Fishing line will do. They disguised the marks With cloth, Stripped from their fallow friend’s body. The harmonic music stopped playing long ago, As they turned from a pure white to pitch black They dropped their halos without looking back, As they started to fall, It’s been said They could hear the screaming of their dying souls.