“You know who I am,” he said,
The speaker was an angel.
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings,
Closed his eyes and moved his lips,
“It’s time we should be going.”
No one seemed to hear him,
So he leafed through a magazine,
And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away,
Very sane he seemed to me.
–David Bowie, “Look Back In Anger”