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.
