237.
But I can only be the same as me a
little while
Gettysburg grandfathers battle scars
isn’t it enough that we still are
begin by blaming money the opposite
of language
blame mathematics and greed and value
then blame the summer stars for being
many
anxious sperm that quest the eggs of
mind
always trying to mean something in me
blame mastery and alpha and volcano
the love that hurtles through the
woods of Ireland
the ones that we cut down to reach
the sea
but never blame the sea.
238.
Revise my chapel of this local stone
build the sky into the window
let it have edges but no walls
change the images of gods displayed
change the gods
fill the pews with ocean
no prayer on dry land makes sense
stand up to your waist in water
recite the alphabet
variations on a, b, c
this is your liturgy your people you
I am the altar but don’t look at me
taste the water now and then listen
to what you speak.
