Our Words Are Angels

Our words are angels

each one a miracle-worker

or a lurking demon

our mouths portals from heaven

gateways to the grave

our tongues sparks of fire

with which we inflame the world

every open ear a chalice

brimming with bitter/sweet libations

we ingest the nectar, or dregs

of the spoken world

dividing sound from sound

deciding, syllable by syllable

whether to fly or fall.