Where are the angels?
Looking up into the grey sky
Each look a ray of hope
Hope dashed by nothingness
An infinity of grey.
Hanging
Blocking the light
No angels
One day some came
Proud and imperious
They surveyed the town
From their lofty position
I saw their sham
Spinning heads
Cogs grinding silently
Arms making perfect circles
Plastic fibre wings
Undulating incessantly
No angels
False gods instead.
Declaiming a better life
For those who “Fly Warrior”
Find new green lands
Paradise with us.
Yet I look each day
Into the ocean of eternity.
When will the angels come?
