First Line of Defense

The whispers of the mouthless angel
Are free to speak as you imagine.
It’s only your imagination

That isn’t free when conjuring them.
You did it already, didn’t you?
Soon as that first line hit you, you saw

In your thoughts a typical angel,
A human with giant shoulder wings
Bolted on in a way no birds’ are,

And a slightly freakish human face
Lacking a mouth, maybe a smear there,
And the familiar sound of whispers.

Although there were six words conjuring,
You heard no words in the whispering.