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.
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