in the church of the blind the walls are on fire
and the sparks fall like rain onto upturned faces
in the church of the blind the paint is melting on the benevolent saints
examples for suicides

and blind with desire the lords and ladies
wrapped in the glow of broken glass
are dancing stately tangos to the tune of a jester
reciting the psalms
to the beat of a drum

the angels keep smiling from inside picture frames
their halos warped and dripping paint
and hands flutter blessing this miserable human race
with bits of dirty lace

ladies and gentlemen of the congregation
the building's falling the roof's half gone
and the moon shines down through the broken windows
cold and white
and indifferent
and calm