Angels

Young angels
plucked from beds,
and draped in Gucci.

Wings clipped before they
even knew they could fly,
reduced to perfect
camera captured
catwalk steps.

Shoulders forward,
pelvis forward,
eyes forward.

Do not fear death,
fear is death.

In every moment that we dream
we are immortal.

The angels are beautiful
but they are no more than
air brushed pictures
of ourselves.

Their image will be intact
when we have turned to dust.

Do not envy their immortality.
We are infinitely more alive
than they will ever be.

more by LUCAS HOWARD

Photograph by fervent-adepte-de-la-mode