FROM A CLEAR SUMMER SKY IT FELL
GLITTERING AS IT SPED TOWARD EARTH

SWERLING MIST MARKED ITS PASSAGE
PUNCHING THROUGH A CLOUD

TRAILING VAPOR IT HURTELD ONWARD
SCATTERD BIRDS IN ITS WAKE

A GUST OF WIND SET IT SPINNING
FLASHING IN THE NOON DAY SUN IT WENT ON
DOWN
DOWN
FASTER
EVER FASTER
IT RACED EARTHWARD
THEN
WITH A RESOUDING METALIC

CLANG

IT HIT THE GROUND

BOUNCING HIGH
IT TURNED OVER AND OVER
LIKE A TOSSED COIN

THEN SUDDENLY IT SLOWED
GENTLY SETTLING TO EARTH
AS LIGHTLY AS A FEATHER

'BUGGER'
SAID THE ANGEL
DUSTING HIMSELF DOWN
'I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS'