Angels are birds in spring. Angels
are people with wings.
Angels are withering on the stalk.
Angels are realism brought to the sky.
Angels are the last resort
of a god of failure. Angels produce
demagogic music to destroy
the planets they first pursue, circle,
and exalt. Angels
are best fried. Angels can best be seen
on Tumblr. Angels are alive
to your disbelief and they are prepared
to annihilate you. Angels
no longer believe in god, at least
not the one that spun the Christian mind
into its appraisal and revision of cosmos
as described in Genesis into
its adorable philosophy of reification
and poverty. Angels
are bad design. Angels 
were the first to kill in the crusades,
and were the lone enemy
the children faced in the children’s crusade. 
Angels are mythos made flesh,
then returned to mythos because flesh
is always weaker than what angels 
are made of. Angels are entrapment,
are lawyers, are telephones,
are persuasion, are language, are men,
are the men who betray men, the women too,
the phase between the ends and beginnings of wars,
are rear guards, rifles, racism, hatred, and the most powerful feeling,
which is the evaporation of love
into disgust and withdrawal. Angels
are not cruel, they are cruelty. 
Angels are museums.
Angels are taking up golf.
Angels are Republicans 
who do not believe in their ideology,
but in the political game which is, as angels know,
a means only to the end. Angels are target 
and practice. Angels take heed. 
Angels are the wisdom
to silence yourself in the face of threat,
they are naked and are notice served. Angels kill
in the summer, dress in the winter. Angels
are snow, snowfall, surge,
dissolution, rocks, the cliff, every hurricane,
the crane that dangled off the apartment building
at 57th and 8th Avenue during Hurricane Sandy.
Angels are the fall. Angels are menace. 
Angels are French, Prussian, Roman, American,
every nationality even in the anti-territory 
of the open space of the ultimate country,
which is the ultimate economy, 
that expands in silence, 
in broad day, in the bodies of where the angels are,
benevolence, the missionary position, 
and Gmail. Angels are Twitter. Angels are common 
knowledge. Angels 
take turns, then waste with machetes those whose turn
ended in loss. Angels do nothing but sit 
on the dais of power. Angels are feeling. 
Angels are attendance. Angels are medication.