Cherubs
Once we were giants,
With four huge wings to roar with grace.
Once we were monsters,
With four strange wheels, on each a face.
Once we were angels,
Guarding the Garden with swords of flame.
Once we were the Cherubim –
And all would marvel at our name.
So how did we become the Putti?
Chubby toddlers on a lark?
Popping-up in architraves,
When once we sat atop the Ark.
Artists’ lackeys, cute and naked,
With the stubbiest of wings.
To think, we once were Yahweh’s soldiers –
Now we’re puny, Pagan things…
