Unlike the saints, we have no use for angels

From Notes towards a Devotio Moderna by John Burnside in Empire of Forgetting:

As if there was a sky where we could
pause a while, like medieval
pilgrims, we are patient to the last

and have no thought of After,
or the gods that might have been:
the green amidst the black,
the changelings, or the newly resurrected.

Unlike the saints,
we have no use for angels, all that
bright dust floating down