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Waiting For Angels

What about the others? What about
those who turn down the wrong dirt road
late at night and end up in deep trouble
mudslide or military coup, runaway train
or runaway lion, a robber a killer
a man with a knife
Where were their angels why not
softly glowing or armed with
mighty swords? Asleep? Off duty?
Do not tell me
It’s A Mystery.
That is no answer for those others
with their hands held out,
waiting for their angels.

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