See
here where the bones of Joan of Arc
Molder
under the oak? Where is she is
Not
a question we should be asking all we
Know
is here a blossoming soul in the grass!
O
we want to listen to Al Green and dance!
We
just want to dance around these quiet
Flowers
here beneath these forgotten trees
The
lily and your lips thunder more softly
Than
these Mississippi clouds tonight and more
Ominously
O we want to listen to Al Green
Don’t
we? What hymn murmurs its seditions
Beneath
these oaks tonight humming
Discomfiting
secrets in the blood of every leaf?
The
rain is making puddles to wash our faces
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