Remorseles Widows or Before the Halfway Point

This I saw upon throwing
church doors wide in winter
Capes whistling and congre-
gation singing, howling
One note they held lit
up a movie screen flare
Old man projector grumbles
absent like the doves
I saw their red eyes
there in the movie color

Blasphemous clouds
Bleed clots
Cancerous clods
Ruby-ed anger

Destruction down
Hoary winds
In alleyways
Barely half bricked

Held arms
Shorn hairs
Fire engine pools
Remorseless widows

Remorseless widows are we
Keepers of the Natural Divine
Divide, held apart from
Bench sleeping addiction
Daily handkerchief kneel
To hock blackened messes
On to naught but the Pine
Oh the Pine in glory I beheld
I find it in darkness
Hold with weeping fingernails