ANGELS OF DEATH
Thunderous applause—
Hells Angels rumbled into the quiet valley,
riding slowly, dressed in black leather and jeans.
A Thanatos cult of crossbones, the ritual of
chains,
wings,
chrome and steel.
They paused for beer at the Lodge
and were made ordinary
in the mid-60s summer heat.
Hitching back from school,
I was a curious observer
as they passed me by.
No date, but probably written in Forest Knolls
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