An angel 
looks and tries to get away from it 
plundered openmouthed 
and wide-winged 

he faces the past our chain of events
 like an unfinished catastrophe
 ruin after ruin 
at his feet

 He’d rather land
 remember the dead 
reassemble the fragments 
but from heaven there is 
a gale blowing 
that binds his wings
 and he can no longer close them
 dragged towards the future
 dragged backwards
 and staring at the heap of ruins 
he reaches heaven [W 9]