Immune to such trivialities of humanity’s fallen state
Wonder if they too wonder about our present mortal body
Just as sure as when the woman took the bait
A bite,
Like gravity down came humanity
Angels knew then as they know now
The collapse from celestial to mortal
Brought by the wrinkles in time
Once wrapped in celestial bodies
Now given to decay
Or they may be wholly oblivious
Wrinkle free and floating high unaware of gravity
No menace of crows feet around their eyes
No indelible lines of joy around the lips
No harrowing furrors between their brows from existence
Spoken Silence 