"Oh what a beautiful day"
The wind sings hollow like angels,
The steady rhythm taps on my head,
I close my eyes and imagine snakes
Winding their way down the back of my shirt
Coming together as pools at my feet.
"Life is beautiful" the angels sing
With lungs that never breathed,
With feeling in hearts that never beat.
I stare out into the rain distracted
By the throbbing of an empty spot
Inside the bone-cage of my ribs.
"Pange, lingua, gloriosi," they sing.
(Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory,)
"Not today, I am selfish and human"
I wave them off and shake my head.
"Tantum ergo Sacramentum",
(Down in adoration falling,)
"Maybe tomorrow, but for now
I want dry knees, and wet feet".