A Weeping Angel

A Weeping Angel

Joshua Meander

In the midst of a drought,
when faith has withered to nothing,
news will spread
about another sighting
of a weeping angel.

Bony people with dry mouths will migrate
to wait hours in a line.

Any architect could dispel
the alleged specter of the chapel.
None will--
because a saintly deception
that rejuvenates is best
kept alive until the rain comes
to shower the farms
with an overdue blessing.