She sits there
With messages to every breath
While eyes watch the sky and see death.
Love had blown her eyes closed,
Though her vision still notices
Uncleaned sculptures, and sucking parasites,
Deep within Heaven’s walls,
Like an artist had never mentioned
What a torment it would be
Like God would weep mercilessness
Outside His own range
To allow the murderer to Heaven.
Here is a woman,
Dead upon arrival
To the doorstep of a funeral,
To the doorstep of a church
That had awaited.
Was a quiet one,
Pain and simplicity
Was hers to keep
Close to heart.