The last angel came into town on a Friday
The doctor noticed he walked without a shadow
The preacher noticed the angel spoke in tongues
The teacher noticed his writing was perpendicular
The lawman noticed he broke the rules of transport
He wouldn’t speak to the media or the people
The mob feared that the angel was an alien
One by one the angel unpicked his feathers
Two gold tears fell as he rolled into the boneyard
He lay down under a statue of himself and died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem