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

Red wine 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

Red wine stained lips drip dry

Clenching onto dear Saint Cecilia

Gone blind in the dead of night

Lord, I'm aching to retrieve her