all these angels running round my corpse
are static love diversified
hallucination to the nth degree

love can only sit still
it does not need some broken bellwether
to carry it away

it needs some progressive-minded harbinger
to promise it tomorrow.

it does not need some collapsed politician
to hold it steady in its definition

it needs a pretentious paladin
to outline its marketing scheme.

it does not need a demographic genius
to get into every nook and cranny

it needs a human resources veteran
to make sure every heart glows for sweet certainty