Angels Unaware
By john clare
Now if he was an angel I would have seen the wings
Heard the tune that heaven and nature sings
I would have placed upon the table the finest Rhodora
Set the golden silver in the proper order
But there was no table just a lift station pump
No song just the sound of sewage that stunk
Not the realm where angels should dwell
Wrapped in frumpy robes with a woody smell
And then as soon as my order came he was gone
The cars in line impatiently honked to move along
Later as I set the table of Lenox dinnerware
I wondered who would entertain angels unaware?
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