saints banquet

the saints have built
a good wall
to keep me their prisoner

refreshing me each morning
with tales of paradise
and of how my life
may have been

the sun
has kissed the moon
the stars of heaven
have run away

the saints
are drinking my blood
giving birth to
the days
I havent lived

precious
is my coming death
I shall dance with a smile
upon my grave
and greet each saint
with a kiss
as I fly to meet my soul.

(C)2007.31.7. Lenny Gazbowski