Bella Mae
there's an angel over the doorway
from a mold and some local clay
with a spray-painted tin-can halo
looking over bella mae
there's a flag hanging over the driveway
been there since independence day
its colors faded in the sun and the rain
a lot like bella mae
there's a photograph in the hallway
it's old and tattered and gray
a boy holding on to his mother's hand
the hand of bella mae
and there's a cemetery by the parkway
where they dug a cold grave in the clay
and lowered the box of knotty pine
into the ground for bella mae
a lot like bella mae
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