St America

Saint America

Saint America
you are a runaway
of some honour
of some regret

your understanding is your honour
you understanding is your regret

the understanding of
why lives thrum by
that addicts of all kinds
are most in need of lies

that exile is a style
worn quietly this year
that unmirthful smiles
are radically dear

sweet Saint America
collects interest on her dues
paid by her attendance
in noticing their shoes

few saints are known as lovers
your difference to this way
is held true for Saint America
saviour fool and runaway