25 konstantine

Aw man i was crying
tears of sand and stone
on a mule so all alone
there is no graffiti in the desert
the favorite daughter selects an animal for the slaughter
and the nuns are known to say
life is never fair any day
& they should know
& they should know
just like a fire sign
in the snow
we reap exactly what we sow
so out to jupiter we sail
like a prisoner busting out of jail
our prayers, they hang from a nail
passed-out gone like a light
like a constellation caught on fire

i am certain we are but a song
to a soul ready to jump down the chute
all bloody and muddy and cute

play it off cool,
like a mystic diving into a pool
As even a circle must sometime bend
send ourselves into the wind
so we must begin life again-

Helena & Konstantine
alone together in the Holy Land
planting crosses in the sand
it is Eternal Easter as we carry icons in our hands

And the olden folk,
they say they seen it before
we just need to pray a little more
it’s a leap of faith jumping out onto that shore

the first rome did decay
in 476 darkness did hold sway
but the light was in the east
where Sophia did feast
& where islam the beast
was forced to retreat

show no surprise
when you gaze upon gypsy eyes
on a cross made of bone
with crown & gown of precious stone

and the folk in the Old City,
are chanting & hollerin’,
they’ve just been foretold,
They would see us on this road
walking through doors of bronze
& ceilings of silver & gold