What Angels Do When Plastered
What seraphs do when frescoed high above
Us on the ceilings of a church has not
Been contemplated. Cherubs gaze with love
Upon the Virgin Mary and the cot
Of straw and slumbering contents. Is that all
They manage, stick to plaster roof and stare?
Are plinking harps and trying not to fall
What they accomplish, staying in the air
Made up of pigments on the surface like
Some holy hummingbirds that stay in place
While flying? Do fixed angels want to strike
A different pose or change a pious face?
Or do they ever wish that they could droop,
Or join Satan’s fiercer fall and swoop?