Power of God

Tattered robes of the priests Browned from the mud of the gutters of streets Hung from a skeletal frame A sheet in the wind on decaying remains Crows hopping round him in pairs A dance for the dead leaving tracks in the dirt Beaks picking over the flesh An eyeless head turned up to the sky Oh, rest assured, he had said Divine protection lay crowned on his head Trust in the power of God I guess the Devil just won again this time