Poetry 13 November 2014 "After Copernicus": a new poem by Olivia Byard Print HTML After such a hellish catastrophe, what happens to the angels? Do they tumble down thrones and dominions like bankersfrom tall windows? Or, wings torn,limp along uncertain pathwaysas this new-wrangled globe weavesand roils its anarchist patharound the heavens? Chainarms and legs akimboto smashed-up choirs, denychange like sleepy country squires –insist sheer grit and backbonewill slow, or even stopthe world’s new feckless,wayward spin. Or, in time, reconcile,become commoners likeus, roam wild gardens amongdandelions and feverfew – send textsin the vernacular; flashbrief flame and gossamerunder faded jeans and sneakers. Assay once morewith trembling hands those homely old halos. Olivia Byard has published two books of poetry. Her third, The Wilding Eye: New and Selected Poems, will be published by Worple Press in 2015. › Genes are not as important as you might think Subscribe This article first appeared in the 06 November 2014 issue of the New Statesman, Running out of Time More Related articles Reading Speaking Out, I found myself agreeing with Ed Balls If you don’t know what a Fwooper is by now, where have you been? Why can you change gender but not race?