NOW / HERE
when I invite spirit
it answers I am here
so the city it was
adversary and beat,
I a rout of nature
and belt of mulish love
flint walking in the wrought-iron dawn
through the mission night’s
hundred-yellow eyes
I take communion of the room
it takes communion of me
from my suffering this road and faith
a coffer in its mouth
a diamond leering from its poison gland
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