Earth Angel

Elusive glory is ever aloft
And flavors not the windfall dangle fruit
Granting the pluck and snatch of common loot
Which keeps the common creature warm and soft
And spellbound by miasmic myth below...
Far below, the steady beat of angel wings
Or the crowning glow of haloed things
Which to hominid eyes seem much too slow
And will not requite immediate need
With some spirited drink or tasty chow
Or alternate tonics to mortal greed
Taxing the resources behind the brow
Where heavenly thoughts have sometimes decreed...
That coherent apes are the new gods now!