a prayer meeting
after the show
Jahweh ties off
and sings dry,
minor key,
elemental bloodless joy

squints through dusty glasses
searching for mustard seed
misplaced analogy
piquant in pheromone incongruity
like the Q in liquor

sunward they reach

water of faith

satyr-bees kick through
the plaque of pollen
always leaving sticky fingered
drunk dialing florists

he tunes the strings low
they buzz and rattle
this sonorous junkie dirge
wood speaks for the wire
speaks the tongue of the oppressed

fingertips heavy

driven by showers of leaden lust
and the rush to its charge

of blind faith
where there was once light

© Tom Watters 6/25/08