In visit to a fatherless god

were the sickening of swallows

let us go to church my friend
you and i
spread out against the sky

to find ones no longer asking
the how,
the when,
the why
to church, to church
in visit to fatherless god
where clean spirits meet
the head,
the nod
where starfish do not repeat.

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