No Angels But

a great grey worrybird
chirping in my ear

the key to a sugar maple high’s
downward spiral

or white lightning bugs
going on on on off

these are the winged agents
of an implacable cosmos

the scarlet manager
on vacation in the tropics

chickenhawkers online
flipping whispers

engorged hornbills blowing
for a credulous newscanter

shock-jawed death heads
emptying their payloads

till no unfallen
angels remain

and it’s back to the fire
and brimstone age

don’t look
you pillars of assault

3 Replies to “No Angels But”

  1. Dave, I follow you and Luisa. She’s my teacher. Anyway, I love this playful and surprising poem!

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