The Last Feather

Shimmering on the porch of Paradise
elfen eyed and wings profuse
with heavy feather ,twitching
with innocent curiousity,
at the limit of man's reasoning.
Incandescent and wondrous shaped
designed before the stroke of time.
Unimpeachable : the last bird south
Fall's final irreplacable leaf...
Heaven's last and glorious angel.

Beleaguered no more
by sin's deep heartbeat
chaste and simple now he waits
as bone white gates glide open on
these hinges that will soon be rust.
And this chasm of last chances
this abyss of broken ivory bridge
now filled with soundless azure blue
as one last feather spirals downward
herald of the grief to come.