We Have Eaten Angels' Food by Robert Knox

By the bridge in the boggy pond

built of old men's hands

and faces that conform to the scramble of brush

beneath the sinking earth

Once I called to the stars

shouting  my challenges to the warders of space and time

and ...

Angels fed me the blue of the stone,

the gray of the sand

Take me then, for 'once' will not come again

now, eons later, time straitens my ribs

and water pours from my pores

when I remember when

my aching body slowed and suffered

and they fed me dreams

and they fed me the water of voices

and I listened for the voices of angels

and heard only yours

Robert Knox is a poet, fiction writer, and Boston Globe correspondent. As a contributing editor for the online poetry journal, Verse-Virtual, his poems appear regularly on that site. They have also appeared in journals such as The American Journal of Poetry, New Verse News, Unlikely Stories, and others. His poetry chapbook "Gardeners Do It With Their Hands Dirty" was nominated for a Massachusetts Best Book award. He was named the winner of the 2019 Anita McAndrews Poetry Award.