Isn’t that her lounging on the church balcony?nShe’s in the white dress stained with red and a hint of decay.nHer hand on the trigger that is her bouquet?nA bride and a widow in a single day?nnWhy did you love him when you had me, girl?nYou’re eyes shine brighter in the moon, coals and ice.nYour eyes made saints into disease.nI was ready, nbut I rushed the heart, you rushed the teeth.nnDid she quench her thirst with the tears in the rainnin the midst of a battle with a knife and a vein?nThe bells of the wedding and funeral sing,n“Is she in love or is she insane?”nnAnd to bring upon the vows, singing them aloudnas the choir prances to the flower girl and growlnthem indiscreetly to her.nHer hymn is a dirge.n