This poem was written and shared in ENGL343, the Creative Writing: Poetry class, by English Major Hannah Roark.
The Angel
by Hannah Roark
I saw a lone angel at the bus stop,
Her gray wings dirty as her mouth.
She asked for a cigarette in exchange
For the truth behind the Bible stories
I had known so well as a young girl.
I said nothing of hypocrisy
As I sat beside her in stoic silence,
Wondering if God had sent her
To be my very own Guardian Angel.
Even with no cigarettes for trading,
Still she offered lores of her life.
She sighed as she spoke
Of the only thing she had ever loved,
Another angel who had defied Christ,
Who had left heaven to be one with her.
She smiled sacrilegiously at me
As she spoke of sin as if it were holy
And of tragedy as if it were laced in glory.
She asked me if I worshiped God,
I told her it had been a long while
Since I’ve worshiped anything but myself.
She nodded with understanding and laughed.
We are the same, she said.
That’s why she was stuck down here.
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