Were I to Believe in Angels’ Songs
If angels, each one, had a message they
Would sing to us, would each charge be the same,
A Kyrie, an Adoramus te,
Or Gloria? No, that would be too tame.
I’m thinking every one would be unique,
Each text and melody enough to slake
A different desert thirst. Homeric Greek
Combined with Mendelssohn-like flow would make
One part of us reverberate, that long
Symphonic sweep fulfilling our dry veins,
But then perhaps a shift to Hip Hop song
Would be required to serenade our stains.
This much I know. Each angel snowflake text
Would leave us feeling unfulfilled and vexed.