No apology / for the constancy of their eating, / / these cows.
The newspaper headlines were all about a miraculous rowboat. / Meanwhile I was teaching kids what to do in case of bullets.
There are four of us still / here cleaning, others have left / silently. My job is to wash the windows.
Smoke drifts westward like saints seeking / Zion, a rose in the desert. / / This faith is a dark handcart / to pull.
Something spoke, and something / / inside me answered, / and I understood none of it
your only prayer / / is the hour singing and hanging at your neck, / until the singing and hanging / become a starless treelight dress you wear
