Stairway from heaven

This is the way the fallen angels come

Banished from the harps and singing cherubs
Evicted from the gilt and lapis lazuli
they slink shamefaced along the concrete walkway
trying not to snag their ruffled wings,
come down the pockmarked steps and down into
the yard with crates of empties, bins and skips,
emerge into the street by Ladbrokes, merge
with all the strangers. Who all have damaged wings.