Annie Christain

Commando for the Black Angel Army

“When I was a kid, I used to see these trails in the sky all the time . . . Then you started to see a whole bunch of them and the next thing you know, everybody in your neighborhood was fighting and arguing and you didn’t know why.”
—Prince, The Tavis Smiley Show

There are two types of Whites—the Copper Bloods and the Iron Bloods.

Copper Bloods fly the spray planes that kill off angels who live in air sacs.
They serve the Prince of the Power of Air, and they can sit on flagpoles for as long as they want,

but I’m filled with iron.

The toxoplasma parasite can’t get me. I won’t get cancer, and now I’m only dating other Iron Bloods as an experiment, and I demand this for my kids.

I haven’t ever been allowed to be popular.

I wear a Nazi-era Iron Cross to take the Crossroads with me wherever I go to belittle Satan, the Copper One.  He’s scared of me and begs me for a skill—computer programming,

which is from the Ancient Aliens who were Iron Bloods,
but I don’t help him, which is why I can’t keep a job and why we don’t have holographic computers yet.  

My thoughts on affirmative action are that Angels are Black and always have been, but I revere them so much; that’s why I can’t look Black people in the eyes.  

I fly the Confederate flag because the X releases the sex energies of animalism like is popular in Scotland and which only man and woman joined together or the Confederate flag can produce. It seals the air sacs of the angels in a protective energy gel, which is why I’m anti-gay marriage and why I had a Confederate Flag wedding with my first wife.

I won’t stop using the Confederate flag as a curtain.

The Copper Bloods admitted to using blowers to spray low-income, predominately Black neighborhoods with a radioactive smoke-screen in St. Louis in the 50s and 60s. The Coppers told the citizens they were just being shielded from a possible Russian aerial attack, but I never believed it.    

When I was a kid and went to the city, I did spit on a Black man, but it was only because I saw this powder on him, and I was too scared to brush him off and become contaminated myself. I think I might have saved about ten of them with rocks and sticks and brooms, all before I even became a man.

I’m a commando for the Black Angel Army,

and I forgive Blacks for despising a White man
they’ll be indebted to forever.






Annie Christain is an associate professor of composition and ESOL at SUNY Cobleskill and a former artist resident of the Shanghai Swatch Art Peace Hotel and the Arctic Circle Art and Science Expedition. Her poems have appeared in Seneca Review, Oxford Poetry, Prelude, and The Lifted Brow, among others. She was a winner of the Driftwood Press In-House Poem Contest and received the grand prize of the Hart Crane Memorial Poetry Contest, the Greg Grummer Poetry Award, the Oakland School of the Arts Enizagam Poetry Award, and the Neil Shepard Prize in Poetry. Tall As You Are Tall Between Them, her debut book of poetry, was published by C&R Press.