everywhere i turn there are angels
lookin’ me in the eyes
i’d love to pick them up
and carry them into my sky
but their halos’ are wrapped around a finger
that binds them to another man
i always find angels that i can
never claim always someone else’s
it seems to be a concrete part of this play
called life
by my tears and sweat and blood
i will put a halo on an angels finger
and place the tears of a goddess in it
dedicated to every woman that I could have loved and will always love
wil becker
1996.05.04
