Where Have All Our Angels Gone?
How is it we’ve come to see demons all
around us, and yet our faith in angels
died with Nietzsche? Our guardian angels
no longer visit; we’ve grown blind on tall
tales, and myth-mongers rush in to forestall
superstition any time our angels
leave signs, footprints in the sky. What angels
would befriend souls who choose to leap their fall
from grace? Pray it isn’t so! If dark fiends
walk among us, then spirits of light must
also. Lift up our hearts, oh anti-fiends!
Kiss our souls with hope, our demons to just
ends speed. Kiss our eyes with light heaven-cleaned,
with optimism seal our minds with stardust!
David M Pitchford
28 May 2008