Fallen Angels Find Their True Forte Poem by Mary Champion

On my way to Salvation
I chanced upon a den of unchained chastity -
an orgy of angels and nymphs
engaged in wild and hedonist depravity.
Sounds of unhinged elation
accompanied those scenes, that were a travesty
of Heaven and I caught a glimpse
of that unclean and regrettable reality
which underlies creation
and which always contrives to make a mockery
whenever we try to convince
our sad deluded selves of our capacity
to gain civilization.