Forget the Metal Angels

Watch them draw lines in the sky as if they had a mandate.

Watch them announce their arrival, heralding every mile closer.

Watch them sing their sonorous symphonies that peek through the incessant cheering.

Watch, don’t touch, as they grace the floor with their presence.

Watch, from below, as they soar further and faster, until they blink away into the firmament.

Hear the people worship and praise and sell you their stories.

Hear their decrees through plugged ears and obey by scribing every word, every movement.

Imagine their heroism.

Imagine their faces underneath dark shrouds.

Forget the metal angels ever did anything but fly.