ANGEL OF BLIGHT

Song Lyric

for Megan Shay with love and invariable respect Timothy Shay

"Maybe you should just do it tonight so you can sit in a box all day tomorrow."

While the world ended

in florescence and phony white

some chose to clutch thin candles

at the fall of interminable night

Some chose the bleak announcement

of rattling party horns

to pronounce their tiny crumbs of joy,

brief sunshine in a storm

Some fucked like no tomorrow

and some didn’t fuck at all

while they waited for the orders

and cowered within their walls

And while the world ended

one sat in a room alone

dreaming of bridal veils

the soft song of a groom

A groom and his celebration

a bride in her flight of veils

circled the sky as black birds

tossed like ships with sails

And while the world ended

all danced and danced again,

some sang like dirty angels

in a choir of the pained

Their voices of cardboard and ribbon

sputtered to false dawn

and the Angel of Blight directed there

with the hook on his baton

While the world ended

some still bowed to their ancient dreams

and begged their gods for the magic

of some forgotten former scene

And while the world ended

one spoke on a dead telephone

calling for bridal veils

in the sweet voice of a groom

Sad groom and his calculations

cold bride in her flight of veils

circled the sky as black birds

tossed like ships with sails

And outside in the corridor,

way down a deadened hall,

someone took their hardon

and beat a heart to hell.

7.III.09 Timothy Shay