Angels by Katha Pollitt
They thought the job would be more musical:
Rainbows and trumpets. They’d burst
through clouds of marble streaked with flame
.
and offer blinding demonstrations
of the ontological proof of God.
People would look up and say “Ineffable!”
.
Instead, they swooped through the mall
calling Ashley? Pammy?
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