Benediction

So, you don't get to be a saint Martyrs never last this long Guess I'll never be the one To defeat desire in song Here's a marker Here's my naked skin Our exhibit A Put a small X where I lost my way All the actors broke their legs And it's too late to postpone The producer's getting high And the audience went home Smile and take your awkward bow Turn and stumble off the stage Let the rain be your applause And every encore soothe your rage Squint with one eye Hum a show tune, wait For your ride to say Oh, that's where you must have lost your way Megaphones in helicopters squeal "Hey, are you okay?" Searchlights circle Where we lost our way All our accidents went purposeful and fell Stripped of providence or any way to tell Our intentions were intangible and sweet Sick with simple math and shy discoveries Piled up against our impending defeat