Sara Phillips Poet I do not know?

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.

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