We Who Are Not Angels

Keith Gottschalk

we who are not angels

nor born with wings

nor tithe of virtue for ascent to heaven

we had only slide rules, now software

we, who turn equation into turbopump

who craft metal to take flight

we who gave birth to the impossible

a pulse of fire soaring

a glint of light.

Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 24 March 2022

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