The Animals Brought In,
Thin Hands Cleaned,
Lamps Lit. The Table Laid,
Blinds Drawn, Feet Washed,
Petals Swept Off Stone.
The Heart Held Tight At Sunset:
Too Much Red Above, The
Sky Done, Blooded.
But Waiting Till You-‘ve Gone, Then
Angels Pass The Bread, Wine;
Free Smiles, Easy Breath,
Crimson Running West,
Shared Salt Flowing,
Wide Grins And Toasts,
A Claret Cup For Great Loving,
Gusts Of Strong Joy,
New Candles Wild In The Dark