Invisible Angels

[billy]

We have held Dante at night,
tended Cromwell's brow.
Fed and clothed a thousand bards,
told Napoleon kind lies.
Behind the scratching of the quills,
once the smoke has cleared,
we invisible angels pass the time
by picking up our generation's waste.
We don't have time to mourn, can't weep.
The bowers must be clean tonight
so we can usher in the next phallic gurdians.
War and creativity belong to those we serve,
wear these slender corests for, spread our legs
like grim machines. But we can wait milleniums
until our hearts are seen.

ou-errrrrrrrr jack, guardians, corsets, millenniums.
apart from the spell mistakes, i love the idea of corseted angels.
just a small suggestion, would line L7 read better as;

we invisible, pass the time (not sure of the grammar for it)

seeing as angels is in the title.
the 1st line rocks. a good read, thanks.