hymn
in the cathedral for outlaws
the buckle of your bible belt sings
silver as birch leaves before the flood
and just as loudly
and where i am
white-knuckled as the paper bark
waiting on the thunder-smacks
and the i love yous
and where you are
the calm before the storm
blue-gray books of revelations
in your ears and in your eyes--
may our mouths move
in the shape of novenas;
may our dirt-covered feet
point eastward
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