Little dark one
puts on a star
a small one
just 10-watts
but enough
to get
noticed
and she loves
the ashes
on her skin
holds tight
to the sackcloth
torn belle of the ball
treads the trash
and smiles
at the way the sunsparks fly
from the crap
little used one
sings in chains
sews a stitch of joy
in every shirt she makes
and changes the world
little lamb lost
knows hate and heartache
would be easier
but every smile is God on her lips
this beaten beauty
sings sad and sorrowful
grace-filled garbage girl
prays for the wandering wealthy
who die for a lack of wings
and she would give
her 10-watt star
if it would save them
but the blind
know nothing of light
while the dead walk in it
she walks in it
with her pale sun pinned in her hair
carrying salvation on her back
and healing in her cracked hands
singing –
"I will bleed for you if you let me"
Harnessing Chaos 
Powerful. Beautiful.
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nice, deep, beautiful
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