Posse of angels
They tend to gather at dusk,
ready for the chase -- not being saved,
apparently, out of the question --
proudly proclaim many angels
are celestial beings of color,
an appropriate number, for sure.
Plus, the whole posse, gender-balanced,
including a few who have flitted back
and forth. Some have one wing,
or are known to fly a crooked line.
Others cannot hear any prayer;
a few don't see; several have Tourette's.
Yet they are all angels,
equally able to hunt outlaw souls.
Tracked, caught, cuffed, this is on
a pamphlet they nail to my chest.
They are buoyed by success --
I am bound to be blessed.