september 2008

 

I only put you in the dirt to see if you could grow

But the bullets decomposed far before the earth had sown

Still I watered you each and every day

Not knowing I was too late until the wind too you away

So now you rest in pieces

Peace less in a world that never sleeps

So savor your last kiss good night

 

We breathe black lungs on the whitest wedding dresses

Poisoning the sacrament with fear, great sex and panic

We’ll incite holy wars in ungodly places

Placing bets that our places in heaven will be taken

And when we run out of rosaries to slip through our fingers

We’ll have to touch ourselves from fear of letting these strange fingers linger

Over our skin as it burns to each touch

Like the contact of holy waters as they mix with our blood

 

But if the sinners don’t sin then

The angels never win.