ANGELS

Angels soar above the pine woods
and with defoliating eyes
seek heretics in hiding.
Dropping abruptly from the clouds--
talons extended, gold hair streaming--
they pounce upon their sullen prey
and whisk them off to Hell.
En route, they tear off tasty bits
from wriggling arms and legs
(contrary to regulations)
and gulp them down.

Retiring to their aerial rosts,
satiated, they recline;
doze for months, or indulge in grand
hermaphroditic couplings.
Beneath the azure of the skies,
the sunlight on their snowy plumes
glows with the peace of Heaven.