Ok, I have a big favor to ask of all of you. Yes.. you.
Could you please read the poem at the bottom and then in the comments box please tell me what it means to you. Depending on the turn out this might become a school project.

Thanks.
Mgmt.

Public Angel

Somewhere, smiling among the broken china with the wisdom of some horrible knowledge in your eyes, blue like the scattered and fractured fleur-de-lis on Grandma's dinner plates. You told me in the flicker of an ancient TV set of those late night terror visions where angels with wings like twisted wire and charcoal and burnt barbie dolls. And then the Boeing 727 of my compassion ditched into the suburb of my heart.