2 poems about angels


angels at the apocalypse

they all be working
I imagine
though I guess there could be some
held in reserve

I don’t know if our angels will have time for us
but then
I don’t know how many there are
even
if a third fell

how do we count these
and I doubt on
the head of a pin

Jesus said
legions
but he was audience-aware

maybe we’ll have our guardians on
assignment
still
with enough to fill the final battlefield
archangels
leading
taking care of their eldritch own

and all good beings might
weep
in
conquest
and by victory


ourfield

the wings are never long enough
not wide enough
not
wild enough

you’ll note
that birds
except the hummingbird phenomenon
tend toward having
twice
with length of wings as of
their bodies and how
much
more majestic
       fearful
wings proportional unfolding from the centers
of the angels

we rarely indicate their power
or
the awe they should invoke
if
a fraction of the might of
their maker


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photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

“Angels in the Outfield,” a story by Richard Conlin, which began a film franchise