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