A stalwart angel came to see me tonight.
She brought me Kraft Dinner and caviar
so I would have bread, and roses too.
And these strange pairings are not rare
in a charity hamper.
She combs the wintery night streets
looking for those who have fallen
and can’t get up.
She has been puked on and berated
though never sullied, never insulted.
She is mercy in the night
with holiday silver in her hair,
and a spare cigarette.