Dilemmas of the Angels: Intention

By David Romtvedt

The angel loves Sundays—coffee and the paper–
but it’s hard today. A man says he cannot
support a woman’s right to abortion
even if she becomes pregnant after being raped.
Such pregnancies, he explains, are
intended by God.

She puts down her coffee, turns away,
and looks out the window into the silence
of the winter morning–the yard filled with leaves
fallen from the hundred year old cottonwood tree,
and the two squirrels darting around the trunk as if life
required no thinking.

Maybe the man’s right—all killing is murder
no matter the horror of life’s creation. Still, it eats
at her—if the Lord intended the pregnancy, he
intended the rape.

She feels his invisible caress and distant gaze,
hands pulling her gown aside, sometimes roughly.
He must know there can be no product
from their union.

That same Sunday morning, a woman gets up
before her husband and teenaged daughters.
She’s waited all week for this pleasure—
coffee and the paper. But she’s out of milk
so quick goes to the store, a corner grocery
like in a movie, run by an old couple
who know her name and the girls’ names,
even her husband’s. When she forgets
the money, they say, “Don’t worry, you can
pay next time.”

That’s when it happens—the rape. The angel
would intervene, wrestle the rapist away,
but she knows it would
do not good.

Once she tried playing with an Irish Setter,
the happiest being she’d ever met. He leapt up
smiling and his soft paws passed through her
as through the silk screen in her bedroom,
touching only her wings,
leaving them bruised.

When the Lord got Mary pregnant
he never knew her. He wanted
a miracle and made the only
kind he could.

The squirrels are still running around the tree,
brains swirling in the emptiness of their heads.
The coffee’s as cold as the winter wind
blowing the leaves against the window.
The angel would claw the skin off her bones
but she has no bones, no parts
anyone can touch.

She shivers then unbuttons her robe.
Let the Lord watch and imagine
what he intends.

Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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One thought on “Dilemmas of the Angels: Intention

  1. Cork

    The mystical and the mundane!

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