*The Virgin*
on the dashboard was the virgin.
sleek, blue and white, shining like forgiveness.
she's a relic in that wreck
in that cadillac with no future.
she sleeps like a queen in her patent-leather world.
her breath frosts the windsheild in the night.
it's her prayers going out the wing-vent window up to God.
she prays that the cadillac will start one more morning.
she prays that her temple will live another day.
and God listens to the virgin
God grants her prayer each and every day.
God loves the virgin
blue and white,
shining in the morning sun...

aug 27 1995