Thanks for you comments. They are thoughtful and considered. However, I use the idea of fallen angels to apply to the denizens of Vancouver's Downtown Eastside as my own personal descriptive. (I sometimes also refer to them as "lost ones", a term I borrowed from a novel published by Pulp Fiction whose title and author have long been forgotten, including by me, I'm sorry to say.) Cherubs implies fat, smiling babies in my mind, even though, in the original Jewish conception, they were probably nothing like how they have come to be viewed! Fallen angels are those angels who dared to rebel against what I prefer to think of as the omnipotent tyrant, and were cast into Hell, so there would also be a loss of meaning (at least, from my perspective), since most people in Vancouver regard the DES as a kind of Hell and do their best to avoid that particular zone of the city where these lost ones live (mostly because they have nowhere else to go). And I deliberately avoided punctuation the last five lines to confuse meaning (by making it less absolute).

You're welcome. And now it's time to post the next one that a rather long poem I published on here a while ago refers back to. (Unfortunately, I've forgotten what it's called! I could never be an actor – I have been know to forget my own birthday, and have been trying since 1972 to memorise Poe's The Raven.)