Dear Saint Cecilia

Busybodies building A Europe of the mind Bust and banish, fleeting eyes Behind Venetian blinds People care for safety Invoked in evening prayers Huddled up in mobs They came to look, but prefer to stare Redwine stained lips drip dry Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia Gone blind in the dead of night Lord, I'm aching to retrieve her Love like an open lemon Squeezed into the eye Caged like a canary, mangled up and crucified Short of keepsake in the shattered trophy case So they're cramming onward Through the narrow gate of grace Redwine stained lips drip dry Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia Gone blind in the dead of night Lord, I'm aching to retrieve her