stewards of death

 flying over the roofs of hospitals 

slipping silently through keyholes and airvents

they take their place in the corners of rooms

Gallant everlasting giants

beside hospice nurses

and EMTs

they silently wait beside smoldering cars 

twisted metal

and in the clinics where life only ends

emaciated hands point to them as final breaths are drawn

(smiling for no logical reason other than relief)

battle-weary souls see them in glimpses

fleeting thrushes of divinity

they are millions in number each stronger than the hissing hoard of the abyss.

strong, silent,

a requiem of mysterious joy

and the vale wears thin 

toward battles end

it is the victory dance of redemption

they are far safer than we who travel on twilights path.

Comments

[Lindsay]

I can't believe how similar you and Jacob are. Your styles of writing are exactly the same. The way you break your lines and the different details you notice.. I don't know, it's crazy. You're both so incredible talented.

[matt]

Thanks so much Lindsay!! That's quite a compliment.