Watching The Wheat Poem by Mark Heathcote

What do I share with angels?
What do I have in common with devils?

Do I sit on cumulus white clouds?
Do I bathe in lava-hot infernos?
Do I play 'Watching the Wheat' on a harp?
Do I have a trident for a tail?

What do I share with devils?
What do I have in common with angels?

Do I have white feathery wings?
Do I have red flaming goat horns?
Do I have a sense of injustice corrected?
Or do I feel the world owes me a living?

Do I have a home of fully paid-up swatters?
No, I have nothing in common with angels
And nothing in common with devils
We're just closely related distant cousins.