lockettier

six winged angels in fuax leather jackets
and foreign textbook boots
spread the chaos of an uncertain afterlife
to the men and women of battle fields
and the fortress walls of Cahokia Fort

when angels are found sleeping like children
dreaming of kitten paws and fresh figs
on the beaches and river banks
in homemade four-point beds
with irish lace linens and downy pillows

should you disrupt them let it be
with fresh milk in glass bottles
a song and a strong british blend
in fine white china tea cups on saucers
hand painted with flowers and seasonal berries

locked not to the task at hand
because angels of all creatures
are playful and hungry
don't rush them towards terror
or your next cuppa will be cold