Sunday, February 05, 2006
Faithless
The night sky snakes by,
scratching its underbelly
against the leaf litter of
fallen clouds in the tree tops.
Halos hover above foggy porch lamps -
false prophets that anoint midnight
with greasy puddles of holy light.
But God has bedded down
with a lonely housewife
and faith is lost
in the whispered wind.
All that is left is magic
and I hold it,
bloody and screaming
to my craven breast.
congenital heart defect
posted by Erin @
6:27 PM
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