angels do not eat

angels do not eat
their lips for trumpets made
their whitest teeth a forgiving smile
their throats for His almighty fire

workers, flesh men and women,
need to eat for fuel and joy
food brings heat and sleep and sweat
preventing spirits fade

do not pay heroes with silver wings
though in our hearts they fly
do not pay with hands and drums
though our hearts beat because of them
pay what is right, pay what is just
do it while we still have time

I’m not sure what I heard

I’m not sure what I heard.

“You know what gets me, pal?”
“What?”
“Hinges. Always squeaking.”
“Oh.”

“You know what gets me, pal?”
“What?”
“Angels. Always speaking.”
“Oh.”

“You know what gets me, pal?”
“What?”
“Edges. Always leaking.”
“Oh.”

I’m not sure what I heard.