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| The question is not, "how many angels can dance on the head of a pin?," but "what would those angels wear?" Based on the five-line cinquain form developed in the early 20th Century, these poems take wing to the new millennium. |
| Billie Dee: Cinquains for the Lapsed Atheist |
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| The meek shall inherit the earth, but not until the arrogant finish fucking it up. __________ Wings? There are no wings here. We beat our shriveled hands in air thin as the priest's false smile of patience. __________ Admire the stars but don't forget the black part of Heaven, that wings won't lift in a vacuum. __________ On pin heads the angels bump and grind behind their feather fans. God loves this mindless dancing. |
| Selected Cinquains Crow Feathers a crown cinquain series Renior's Palate after a poem by Raymond Carver Willard Cinquans poems for a dying father So What's a Cinquain? |