Maybe We Are All Angels
Our pinions in our backpacks
It could just be
A well-combed but bushy afro
Or the mitre of a bishop
It may even be a skullcap
It could be a turban
Or a bowler hat
A cadet beret
A sombrero
A bald batch on the head:
Our halos are up for all to see
Our pinions in our backpacks
We could all be angels
Not knowing but just playing human.