she broke glasses

dear angels she sees you, she's watching
please tell her you're staring back too
through windows of dew like molasses
and seas of the darkest gray blue

mary was sad and broke glasses
when the faces outside could not see
she tasted red wine in deep sadness
and longed to hang down from your tree

if kisses could heal what she'd witnessed
she'd marry those men one by one
until they all flew from her sickness
and left her for dead with no gun

no kisses nor sweetheart's embraces
could fix all her fears that grew wildly
like rats in a meadow of faces
eating the keys to God's graces