Donna Three

Your star is coming home, carried by a drone, in shelters you lie prone, why whisper love, on throwaway 'phones, face ravaged like the moon, saints show their bones, a poem calms your soul, you can now drink alone, pigeons arch above, a lifetime of men’s groans, fly to those who give, fresh linen and eau de cologne, leaves you on the ropes, you wear a red coat, never one for pearls, money comes and goes, listen to the doves, trying to find a home, a jewel built of stone, search a road called hope, this is your dome.