i found some angels in the gutter

i found some angels in the gutter and they forgot where they came from

there is the boy with the pale face and the pale eyes and the pale smile
and he thinks heaven is a needle and powder flicked on his jeans

there is the baby pressed to a woman in swaddles, last year's fashions
he used to have wings but maybe he clipped them leaving the womb

there is the man trading cigarettes for stories no one could believe
about a fall and broken things and a home stars and millennia away

i found some angels in the gutter and they forgot where they came from
(and i found it easier not to tell them)