The Last 'Our Father'

"A rosary of wines worry on our lips An abacus of lies tallied into chits To us before we kneel, pray & genuflect; Kissing Truth so soft only our reflect- ed charms persuade us to be real. ! ! ! ! ! ..."

"My ear is only half attunedTo merry things and cheerful boons,And sets itself as if by SpriteOf variable appetiteTo magnify some hope to chanceAll else which comes by circumstance.Though anguish, ange..."

"In her mouth grow purple fires, In her ears and in her eyes Falls an awful opalescence Fanning hot the flames. Her breath is jasmine on the breeze Drawing men rank on rank; When she hears their warrin..."

"Fields of crimson barley,Streams as black as coal -The sky above is broodingJust hours from the Scowl.The Moon has had her turning.The Sun his fury nowIs brushing her hair, burningHis wick at Time all..."

"Oh Lord, my life, crown my heart And hold me in your eye; Oh Lord,My God, create a new start And my longing satify Death to pride and vanity, All hell-black greed of gains; So, hope replace calamity S..."

"When I died and then arose Full of grace and of hope, I knew no fear and scant pain, I lost myself and there found gain. I loved the promise of the Ghost And blessed the Lord with all His host, When I..."