Selected Poems
City of Saints and Sinners
She walks a web of streets named for saints
passes empty churches, that had been full
a handful of yesterdays. Hope drips steady
from penitential folded and clenched fists.
She had seen what happened, last night
in shadow corners, doorways and alley.
She painted the pavement with prayer
breathed silent, without bended knee.
Some people are just beyond saving.
God, exhausted, doesn't hear a word.
He is still sound asleep, having worked
all night, protecting idiots and drunks.
passes empty churches, that had been full
a handful of yesterdays. Hope drips steady
from penitential folded and clenched fists.
She had seen what happened, last night
in shadow corners, doorways and alley.
She painted the pavement with prayer
breathed silent, without bended knee.
Some people are just beyond saving.
God, exhausted, doesn't hear a word.
He is still sound asleep, having worked
all night, protecting idiots and drunks.
