Caught in the branches an angel is here Tangled like a wind broken kite Tapping her juices the insects parade Under her bone-feathered skin Trickling, trickling Chorus: As she sings in an eggshell voice That is trembling to return Fluttering to the ancient nest That is burning in the sky Caught in the branches an angel is here Drowsy as a hatchling in light Luminous creatures abandon her wounds Drunk on the currant of life Endless life, endless light Chorus Into the orchard, breaking spider webs with a pitchfork Someone is coming through the grassy field Into the orchard breaking spider webs with a pitchfork And listening Chorus Someone is coming through the grassy field To the angel barely breathing