Angels

The cage where he ate and slept
Was furnished with gems and flesh
So he would not bruise when he fell
Or his vision ever grow dull

Garnets are brighter than angels
He sang as he made his poems
Garnets are brighter than angels
He sang as he crushed his loins

But how he loved the golden feathers
Which fluttered through the cage
How he loved the golden shadows
When they covered up his face