wore halos and wings of white
But now I find they wear hard hats
and black coats with yellow stripes
And angels, in my mind, wore long
flowing gowns of white
But now I see dark pants and shirts
and badges shining bright
And angels always floated with bare feet
above the ground
Not true! For they wear steel toed boots
and go where death is found
Not all angels have smooth hands
that look like porcelain
Some angels have torn gloves and cuts
and burns upon their skin
And while I thought all angels
glowed from heavens light
I see an angel cutting steel
his torch is shining bright
And while these earthly angels
passed buckets of debris
The angels up in heaven looked down
on bended knee
So while the smoke continued to rise
into the sky
I watched the rescue workers weep
I've seen the angels cry
Bonnie McDaniel
17, Sept 2001
© Bonnie McDaniel, 2001
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