CHRISTIAN GUILT SONG

I was dancing in a cold space untouched by light Faithfuls screaming on the way down Those elite who had seen; they know, they believe But we in the fog, bush doused with water and reeds Saw your white-fire religious turmoil there, sick darkness Head down, marble-scraped face cold Go tell it on their mount Lord I pray let me never grow old I am unseen, compliant errata I am rejection with her soft eyes, curly hair I am the green sky, sick through the desert I am the clenched fist swinging nowhere And I came to the sun,...

Read More