The Wedding

You asked for nothing. That's what I gave you - ash for

ashes, dust for dust. Your trust is touching, but

misguided... Bride, I'll be yours for one night. I

wander. I wonder really what you saw in me -- I'm not

your type at all... And all the angels hold their breath

as my eyes rest upon the pretty girl who leads the choir.

They cry out their disgust for me. They are crying for my

bride who smiles in white, does not suspect my next move

in the game. Again! "I'll honor you and cherish you."

Again! "I'll share my worldly goods" Again... 'til death,

when we're parted. Only words don't mean a thing... I

think of ways to run. The sun paints patterns on the

stained-glass windows. Widows in their Sunday best

reflect about when they too were brides. They can't hide

their feelings as they steal seconds from an age they'll

never see again. Again! "With this ring I pledge

myself"... Again! ("I do. I do. Shoo be doo doo wah...")

Why do we have to be so humble and mumble words we never

mean? It's obscene, the ultimate obscenity... this

serenity on Sunday, we're stars on Sundays. Smiles on

straight! Maybe one day rewards will be there for us Just

for us in heaven. Just for us amen amen.... The end.