ORIGIN – THE ANGEL FALLS
memory – the woods and the singing wind – the child awakes
to screams and banging from the room beyond the paper walls,
His mother’s terror shakes the sleep out of him; Michael runs,
Runs to his mother’s room, Runs into the arms and fist of Purley Sherlock,
risen and in rage beside the bed his mother clings to;
Purley grabs the boy, kicks wide the door and flings the child
Into the stairway, body arched and slamming into walls,
His mother stumbles after, scrabbling for her baby’s hand,
his shirt, for anything that might arrest his fall.
And Sherlock follows, boots and fists and spittle, down the stairs
And howling at the nasty bitch who had the front to call him out for drinking:
little Michael falls and hurts and gasps and calls for angels
Like his mummy told him to, because she said that every one has angels, even her, although there was no angel helping now while Sherlock lashed at her.
She drags the child outside, away from Purley who can scarcely stand, but still he comes, ablaze with Scotch and hatred, battering away each time
he comes in reach of wife and child…
Out into the wind and bitter weather, Mother screaming at the child to come and at the man to go,
Into the lane of trees beneath a sky of ragged cloud and stars: his Mother gets an arm beneath him, hoists him up as if she’s offering him to heaven, then crashes down as Purley tackles her and wrestles her away from Michael.
Michael screams, pure terror, “Azrael!” He calls the name into the storm:
“You shut your mouth you little bastard!” But the cry floats upwards, bubbles up toward the stars and reaches….something.
“You little get!” Purley has his fat hand round his mother’s throat, “Shut your mouth or I shall hurt her more…”
Michael lies whimpering. His mother watches, shaking, head pressed floorwards
When he was very small she’d tell him about angels…
The wind and whisper of their feathers round him and the soft breath of his mother calling them by name,
“Azrael, Michael, Gabriel
Comfort all who trust that Angels come when chaos calls!”
Michael looks up and sees a spark against the night