I imagine Purgatory to be
a purification not by fire, but by tears –
that being the proper response
to all our failures to love
I imagine Purgatory to be
a purification not by fire, but by tears –
that being the proper response
to all our failures to love
And rockets and bombs
Oh why, human heart
do you sleep on the floor?
Hey, you’re still standing aren’t you?
You’re still trying?