Bells caused the heavens to part, not prayers, vigils nor incantations.
At my feet, a black feather dances with familiar pattern. Swinging, swaying, calling its brothers.
I see another feather…
The heavens have let enemies go.
With unscripted lines, I ask:
“What was your verdict? you don’t look the type to cause harm… . ”
Right before I’m answered, a Jehovah’s witness comes screaming, running. He’s knotted his tie too tight, the gospel is choking him. Regardless, a scream erupts:
“repent! repent! The end is near, Jesus is coming!”
The enemy of heaven responds:
“give up, the end has already gone.”