hossana

a bright afterimage 

of clothes strewn 

underneath the bed 

a pipe cleaner angel

leaning in perilous agility 

from the dresser, halfway 

between stucco heavens

where the afterlife stands

at sixty watts of host 

while next door, the grave

pockets its promise

beside spare keys 

where the spilled voice remains

inside the rhythmic chirping

of a windup bird