Angel

Angel

If the ancients only knew what they were heading into.

No inkling of the extraterrestrials travelling in the everywhen

through all dimensions, free falling fuggheads 

too numerous to mention.

Slipping through gateways and portals,

Replicants, Androids, and all manner of space trash.

Meanwhile back on the planet

A full flower moon and mass migration of birds tonight

Turn down the lights!

If you listen quietly

you can you almost hear their flight

If they only knew what they are heading into.

It’s open season on angels here

With help from Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary & Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction 

Day 30 Prompt: In his poem, “Angels,” Russell Edson speaks of these spiritual warrior-messenger-guardians as if they were a type of endangered animal. Brief as it is, the poem is disorienting in its use of flattened diction, odd similes, and elliptical statements. Today, try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.

Note: A rehashed mishmash, I wanted to write about angels (I think we could use some angels now) but all I could come up with is  Sarah McLachlan:

https://youtu.be/i1GmxMTwUgs?si=drLpUYi_c_1bAaiP