Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

Angels (2012)

There are no angels here
that will own up, come clean
and show their wings.

I’d thought them in hiding;
a kind of godless protection programme.
New names, a house. Jobs.

Maybe they have forgotten
who they are
and how to fly,

have grounded themselves
in houses drenched
with christmas lights

or else keep racing pigeons
lovingly housed in kits
on precarious ledges.

They will have blistered feet
no belly buttons
facial hair or nipples

I’ve tried to seek them out.
I’ve searched and searched.
But nothing… Nothing.

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