Elevation

The church bells rang
and the cardinals flew

An altar of blood 
keeping the two

Safe across the 
city's walls

Until their final 
dying fall.

And later, the violin 
player starts 

and fails
to make a woman

from gut and hair,
of air and longing

but I'll give him points
for trying.

For Love,
what is deeper

than Death
but You? 

And how weak the word
that wants Your flesh

but bends before
such broken bread.