This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Frank Klaassen Three Poems
The Skyrer

The angel slid down greasy palms from heaven,
was flicked like water from the fingers of a thief,
fell unexpectedly into the Master’s ears, and

rolled and roped upon the tongue of a liar and a cheat,
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