...
choirs, singing the catholic towns
of america
loud, voices implore me
to lift my head
but why
when there is no one
to touch my face
no comfort or wisdom
to give or take
but how
songs of religion
coress my brow
though,
my back is turned the crown of thorns
I made you my jesus
my everything
but now
I lift my head to
denounce your reign
and I look
into the european eyes of god
no, fragile a home can keep me satisfied
I gaze
into the endless space
the stars and planets speak
come, into our house where our hearts
can breathe