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.

Timothy Pilgrim