Ask the angels

We are all, always,
Heading for a fall.

Look, outside the window
Just there
Spare a moment from your inestimable pain
And look.

The pavement is littered with fallen angels
They too started with high hopes
Literally in their case
And of course they thought they were immortal.

Your learn the lesson
But there is always another one waiting to be learnt,
Another fall for us to succumb to
When we are not looking.

You ask the angels.
The world is full of
Them and their broken wings.