Angel, Falling by Roy Beckemeyer

Fallen Angel, by Jagoda Buic, 1967.

Angel, Falling
 
Thread by thread, twisted,
knotted, woven in intricate
ways, my cells are thus rather
like beaded prayer strings,
their respiration the recitation
of Hosannas, mitosis meant
for the Mother of God,
each Hail Mary a plea for
protein proliferation, for lost
wings to re-bud, for feathers
gone to dust to reassemble,
barbule to barb, barb to quill,
all to allow my pull-up,
to avert my spin-out,
my stall, my fatal
fall to earth.

Roy Beckemeyer
 
Roy Beckemeyer is from Wichita, Kansas. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals including The Midwest Quarterly, Kansas City Voices, The North Dakota Review, and  I-70 Review, and in anthologies such as "Begin Again: 150 Kansas Poems," (Woodley Memorial Press, 2011) and "To the Stars through Difficulties: A Kansas Renga," (Mammoth Press,2012).  Two of his poems were nominated for the 2016 Pushcart Prize competition. His debut collection of poems, "Music I Once Could Dance To," published in 2014 by Coal City Review and Press, was selected as a 2015 Kansas Notable Book Award by the State Library of Kansas and the Kansas Center for the Book.