You lift the iron, hot and bright
Flux brush kisses copper light
Lead came bends to hold the red
Saint John's beard on fractured head
Cold solder cracks where saints once glowed
Drive-in screen reflects the road
You breathe in hymns the choir knew
Alto voice breaks through the blue
Speaker post leans in the weeds
Concession stand rusts where it feeds
Glass shards catch the midnight beam
Saint Paul's sword forgets the dream
Cold solder cracks where saints once glowed
Drive-in screen reflects the road
You breathe in hymns the choir knew
Alto voice breaks through the blue
Patina blooms on copper tape
Salt air eats the silver scrape
Halo fractures, color bleeds
Saint Mary weeps in cobalt beads
Rain taps on corrugated tin
Sermon notes dissolve within
Your fingers trace the lead
