glisten

Glisten To Listen
3-15-18

Give ear young and old
In that it's still cold in my Antonia
Reading Cather for this cross man
And work piling up around me
Barking fig trees
At least that's what I'm told
Tattooed evil across my chest
In my singular light
We can't hide from God
As the light is to enter the bright eye
Give ear and listen
As campfires glisten
Gather wood and today do good
For the virgin girded in sackcloth
Where I must dedicate
As I wail and lament and not repent
As oil doth but languish
A nation strong and without number
And a terrible song heard as wonderful
In our quiet consummation
Renounced be the grave
As to suffer sea-change and allow the curl to shoot
Over your head for pearls that were His eyes
By the very clods and many gods.....