American Saints The throat of the world cut short, Her desert voice drips dry. No new American Saints. All orphaned before the parade. Criticism is an act of love. Share your thoughts with me below. Sharing is caring:TweetWhatsAppMorePrintPocketShare on TumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Kill me with your kindness Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.