holy meadow
Blindness to concentrate in this holy meadow
mindless and prostrate in adoring derision
a pellet each time my paw claws the lever
a shiver for each bishop's passing soliloquy
delivered from excess to effortless mission
inadequate minion in god's holy shadow
shitting in corners and digging out trenches
in each rutted path lays another dead writer
in each passing writer another dead vision
in each fading vision another light sleeper
awake to the morning, unearthed by his keeper