Shamed Angels

On the dead-end cornerof my street,payback and payday are one-and-the-same.* * *

At the house on the corner there is a cementvirgin nested in an upright bathtubhalf-sunk in the ground;

there is also a contorted figure on a scapular,a death full of la llorona screams dripping downthrough the trees in a pool of setting sun.* * *

Wait;angels are crying as we shank eachother in another love song gone perverse.