Sport 17: Spring 1996
With Love from Your Friend Emily
All the angels look out to sea
while Jesus pleads with a broken headstone
and a drive slow sign, but is he more
magnificent in death, the living will wonder,
as I find friends in this loud city's dead.
You used to tell me
‘nana loves you dear’, as every nana should,
but loving from the dead is such
a different thing don't you think,
now that you really know.
You see, today I sit among marble
angels and think I am higher than I ever was,
but highs are often lows of somewhere
else you once said, so I tell myself the
angels keep you down as the earth keeps me up.