Angels.

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?