R a y   T e m p l e t o n

 

The Angel In The Uplight 

 

Well, roles will change with time, 

popular demand, and new technologies. 

The ceiling, restored, no longer needs 

that kind of bracing: load-bearing 

ratios now measured to the micron, 

realised in machine-cut steel. So 

the angel stopped holding the heavens up, 

aristocrat of the support staff

demoted to ornamental duties, 

painted up like a night out: 

those fresh, glossy reds and blues, 

with a modest little touch of gold. 

Features garbled by glare and shadow, 

he’s hanging in the middle of nowhere 

with nothing to do: no fiery sword 

to wave, andbest of all

no sudden news to spring.