Angel Philanthropist Poem by Anya C

God send an angel with no wings but a blanket to keep us warm

I plead you give no halo, no potion— for a plough works the charm

Send him as such that he doesn't know he's celestial or else heavenly rules will he ply

In the zest to eat ambrosial, warm pie will he decry

Must you teach him the chivalry of kindness ranks above his horses high

Must you not show him the path to elixir; else water to all will he deny...

Scale him not the height of his castle
For the plinth may fall to falter

Ploy him not on a heroic pedestal
The gods of justice may crack the altar

Portrait him not concave his guts
Show him a plain mirror someday

Show how his vanity is smut in ruts
Smack him oneday his very foul play