Three are known by name,
Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael,
but there are a zillion angels,
pure spirits who have no wings
like those we draw on Cherubim,
the baby angels, or the wings we add
to Seraphim, that mighty choir
of angels singing Hosannas
day and night in Heaven.
You see, it’s the Guardian Angels
I’m partial to, not the ones
who patrol Central Park
separating guns from joggers.
I mean real Guardian Angels,
the ones who fight fallen angels,
the real devils who create hell in us
while kids wear horns on Halloween.
If Guardian Angels had wings
I’m sure they’d be battered and torn
after fighting the devils we entertain
every day not just on Halloween.