Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops…

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its...

And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning’s biased light.

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey’ll all fall down