LOVE SONGS -HUNG ON A CHURCH DOOR

I counted 40 dead birds black as coal
all perched at my graveside
curse my eyes you sold
walking on whiskey glass roads
treading  angels into the grounded stone

show me the tender inside the skin
that possession that runs fast deep in sin
so many vines carry urgent rushing times
blunted imaginations
burning those who glance ahead

came across 12 executed love songs
hung from the church door
swaying in the tango dance of breeze
up to my knees in golden letters
placed on alters page
worshiped fields of lost sleep

curse the last string
broken sisters  dangle from
tunes are given a traitors voice