Holy Mary Mo
The Church door was locked from the
inside of his heart
The tree was green the
sky was blue the sea it was
also blue and green
She was not breathing
from excitement or perhaps
knowledge of the end
cutting corners was
not the way he liked to live
his life under the bridge
he was supposed to
be open to all comers
not behind steel bars
political facts
are indeed far from truths or
any truth tellers
he made a bee line
to pour his heart into the
last drinks in the city
this solemn morning
broken by the knowledge she
could not love without