to have and to hold from this day forward
dawn breaks and somewhere a radio goes static
as wedding bells ring. the white noise of our cathedral
for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer
occupies us like a dreamsong while the rest of country listens
for the shock waves of a land mine.
in sickness and in health
we kiss and somewhere a bridge surrenders to a river at the touch
of a bomb. we dance and someone’s husband falls
to love and to cherish, till death us do part
from the sky. somewhere the air is a field on fire
and its land below is a burial ground
according to God’s holy law,
waiting for lilies. one day,
I will evacuate the desert and return
and this is my solemn vow
to everyone with flowers.
somewhere a radio goes static.