10. fall from grace

you called yourself a fallen angel

at noon we pulled into the parking lot
the gray from the clouds hung in the air
gouging through deeply
much like the baggage that had
settled itself under your eyes

under your skin

spitting on the ground you
uttered something about
your "Divine Right"

we went in

through the silent prayers
the sun cast a red glow about you
from the stained glass

arms raised, chanting,
you looked about to float away
but your feet were firmly planted
to the ground

later we were ushered away and
you spewed obscenities to those
God-fearing men
while i murmured apologies

you laughed
and called yourself
their messiah, the savior
a fallen
angel

lighting up a cigarette
we drove off

leaving God in the dust