OctPoWriMo Poem 20 – Angels

Sometimes the angels come down
From on high
And get drunk at the corner tap
They float and careen down my street
Wings akimbo and flapping awkwardly
Setting off car alarms
And waking up dogs
They sing mambo songs
In languages only they understand
One stands forever on the bus shelter bench
Swigging from a bottle of wine
And yelling out “Fear not! I said! Fear! NOT!
I said fear not! FEAR! NOT!”