The Angel Poem by Kevin Maroney

As it went from red to white,
from the war with no end in sight,
an Angel came from sky on leaded wings.

As he descended,
on such note and peal unrepented,
such grace and dove did fly before his wake.

The black bog was cleansed in the clear,
to such lengths it could no longer bear,
till it left it's hiding place to fight.

But was he prepared,
oh what Fright! but no need darling,
nothing of spite,
could harm it and he would soothe it with pretty words....

Did it work Did it work? !
Hurry hurry hurry hurry!
All they could see was such a flurry,
they fired a single shot.

Did it hit, did it hit?
said the master from his slit,
and from the bunker did he see.

A most bewild'ring sight.
Might ever more fright
from where it hit did spew blood
From where it hit did he bleed.
It could not take his soul.
To them it sped,
and to God, more peace, Godspeed.