An Angel's Song
Jerome

     Surrounded by wispy ghosts of bourbon-drown sorrows and skeletal
glasses with damp cigarette butts laying at the bases
     And faintly glowing neon signs with flourescent colors and bold
proclamations casting low beams of color across broken-down stools,
     There among the beer-dimmed eyes and muffled shouts of lazy rage an
angel stands amidst the haze
     And raises to Heaven a mournful hymn -- of love and righteousness and
sin
     Her melancholy, holy voice flying like a thousand ivory doves with
sweet words flowing forth from her lips
     Singing from her heart, notes pour from her throat and illuminate the
darkness with an ever-growing hope
     Her sweet seraph's song to the lovelorn and lost – the most wretched
of men and the sin diseased
     On her delicate, celestial notes my heart doth soar – where among the
stars and in the arms of God I find rest
     And there in the arms of peace with the fragile rolling waves of her
gentle voice washing against my consciousness –
    She is killing me – killing me softly with her song.