HYMN

Let the sun scratch my face

and let there be days of slumber

let me sleep on a long rag

at the threshold of the goddess

let the leaves fall on the fading scars

my feet leave on the earth

let waves lap like grain

at the air that gives them assistance

let there be decorative torpedoes

and suits to die in

with immaculate ease

let the machines make love

to melted bones

and the foam unicorn of alterable fate

be cast on the pool that pounds.

Let the deer continue their diadem walk

stars dying into space

limbs bracketed by blankets of fire

far past lunch and riveted

to infinite things

scraped bare for the life to come

ears rock n roll for the hand's potatoes

shale shading the moonstruck mountainside

with a masklike light.