excerpt from "the angels lost faith..."

    the angels descend and
    children starts their sob in the cribs;
    husbands betray their wifes with passion, and
    brothers masturbate to their sisters in their sleep;
    the tower falls     and
    the rivers of joy and trust ebb and then dry out
with the clinging of their apocalyptic swords of the angels;
 its melodies and harmonies, the threnody of sodom and gomorrah,
  and the disgusting sound of their blue-balls
 downloading the .exe of rape and murder into their minds:
 these are no serene flag-bearers of grace;
these angels come with bullet-belts, and pillaxes, and chloroform;
these are
    the angels whose mouth breathe deserts
    and the angels whose hands
    hold the burning staff of droughts and impuissances;
as you near them, they scatter, and fewer still
    can claim conversance with them;
these are the angels
    which "blesses", and "reprieves", and hands out in pastoral "love" and "care"
    curses; sorrows; heartbreaks; misfortunes and all other impious devilries ---
  not as carefully judged punishments,
  good-willed acts of tough love, or an otherwise
    calculated implementation of judicial principal,
  but as small, seemingly random explosions
     of petty emotions and spiritually unhygienic behavorial schemata