Armored Angel
It shrieks and screams and wails
as it blazes down the concrete pathways,
like an exhausted comet nearing its end.
The seas of mortality part
to make way for this armored angel,
knowing well what divine acts it shall perform.
Guided by beacons from heavenly satellites,
it is fervent in its actions and has no regrets;
but sometimes it asks for meaning and finds no answer.
Driven to folly, fueled by hope, and met with futility;
it knows only rapid fluxuations between sadness and joy.
The fate of humanity lies in the balance! Make haste!
Speeding to the weak and wounded and dying and dead,
it brings hope to those with eyes to see it.
But the business is as grim as it is urgent,
for the ultimate result is failure.
Unlike its evident immortality,
visible in steel and wires,
we are vulnerable mortals.
We can be prolonged:
but not saved.
*Poem "Armored Angel" by Michael Caputo © 2008, All Rights Reserved*