were the sickening of swallows
now
let us go to church my friend
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
the how,
the when,
the why
to church, to church
in visit to fatherless god
where clean spirits meet
amid
the head,
the nod
the head,
the nod
where starfish do not repeat.