what if an angel descended right now

and forced you onto your knees

held your jaw tight

unable to see your guilt

for all that grace trailing the wings blinds

mistaking you for Mary, yes, yes

the immaculate, the impeccable, the pure

holding a budding flower white like a staff

to bless you, to take you up

but you look down

holding a flower as a token of sold love

a sign of the Rapture is lost on you

and you are no Mary

a wrench, a wretched thing, who can only

sin and produce blasphemy

you consider yourself as low, left-over, licked

and think you’ll be damned

and it is the final moment

but it is just an error

an honest mistake by God who

also allow millions of children to die

an old-school angel sent to the wrong place

at the wrong time

when you were expecting a cock, a torture tool

but it will be a holy peacock

you’ll be absolved

all white

in a different light

and you are a man again

amen