I died here alone on this bench
My soul lying cold in my arms, staring
Shuddering to still
Nobody really looked through enough lost property to save me
Write your songs on the walls of public places
Lyrics across the walls of bus shelters, train windows
The steps leading to the whorehouses
Leave more behind than your body on a bench
She held him
The Archangel of the Underground
Golgotha reflected in her eyes
She touched my face and pulled the belt from my arm
Withdrew the needle from his flesh
The security guards taped off the scene,
Ignorant of the blessed in their midst
The queen of sorrows catching the eyes of the soul,
Lying pale beneath the bench
She reaches out a hand
Releasing the soul from the poisoned body which held it
Shuddering to still
Finally warm
Her wings got dirty doing the work the gods left
What choice did they have?
Angels, sparked divine
Angels left raw from creation,
Watching, walking out of heaven
Kitty Powers 