Dispensing with choice – who needs choice
when the walls have all vanished? – the angelsrejoice. If that happened to you, you’d know
it was true: you’re light when you don’t have to lie.
It’d be easy to fly. Stripped of explicative scenes –
a play knows a sweet new economy of means.
Beats Deuteronomy: no laws and no Moses with
all of their ponderous pauses. We’re angels, too –
though down because we couldn't keep up the ruse
of pretending we’re coolly beyond all compunction
to choose – evolved beyond even such titans
as Moses and other great minds of the Buddhists
or Christians or Muslims or Jews. But nothing
that thinks what we think could take flight. Heavy
with bodily premise – sex and the rest: to drink
and to eat and to fight and to think means to die:
that’s why we’re in this odd place – supplied
with our pushes, pulls, pleadings and pleases.
Left in the air, angels seem sociopathic: too free
of care. Averse to the flesh or in love with it, we’re
cursed and we’re blessed with the shove of it.