I knew an angel so old
He remembered the universe that God
Did not make. He worked, as I did,
At the Tourist Bureau in Ghent
Answering the questions of people
Who’d meant to be in Antwerp
And ghosts seeking Bruges.
When the front office needed,
Or thought they did, a miracle
I would be sent to find him,
Angels can bilocate so he was often
In two places. During office hours
He might be off drinking with demons –
There are an awful lot of them in Ghent --
While also in the supply room
Playing cards with the shadows
Of clerks who died centuries ago.
They cheated, but so did he
Which may be why he was in Ghent
And not hanging about in Heaven.