At 8.24pm by my kitchen clock
Another angel has taken flight
Arising from the crumpled metal
of a drive home on a cold but clear night

I heard and smelt the burning tires, and the
sound of hugging metal as it embraces
I heard the desperation of the sirens
As against time, mere mortal races

To prevent a tragedy that all know will transpire
Even as they get ready to race at cautious speed
to hopefully retain the called for Angel to remain
upon an Earth where they have planted a seed

I know for a fact

First will come ‘They should have been home by now’
Then a restless pacing upon the floor
Then will come an exhausted dozing born of desperation
Interrupted by the sharp rap on the front door

Two people that are eerily dressed in the same robes
are trying to gain access to your domain
While trying to express their undying loyalty to you
They talk slowly, so calm, you remain

As a foreign language falls from their lips
And you slowly sink into a languorous mist
You hear the words that your Angel has been summoned
And the whole world stops, and you cease to exist

I hate the sound of metal kissing metal
It brings back with such clarity, the day
That I wondered why you weren’t home by now
Who knew that day, you would be summoned away?