The angels the angels the angel-filled sky
A clotted custard of airborne virtue
That one’s fat as a Dutch oven
And that one looks vaguely familiar
Toastmaster of the florid sky
Long-winded anecdote and tepid coffee
Wearing the sun a brilliant medallion
Quel fashion statement
A kitchen of good-down
Quiet but not at all helpful
The grave and what is missing
Search the guests’ pockets