angel poem

not from the whole wide world
they ask me where i've been
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
the hypocritic days
pushing out, struggling vainly
which i wish to remark
brother, i am fire
did you ever see an alligator
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
and how could you dream of meeting
do you hear the rain?
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white