CWTF VI - A Prayer for Saint Mary

Early 90's BMW, the color of champagne
Rolls through pools of left over downfall
Collected in the side street's cavaties
Headlights dipped for early morning fog
Sweep over wrought iron fencing,
Winter-bare trees and Catholic school girls
Dressed in shades of grey
'What Difference Does It Make?' never rang so sweet
Leather-gloved hands steer into the churchyard
Cut the life from the engine
Under the future shadow of a towering yew
Stroll through the garden of stones
Capturing light and hanging clove-smoke
In the airs porcelain chill
Take in the stained glass silhouettes
Of Demons and Saints
Tread the worn stone path 
And wonder if one will be buried in consecrated soil after all