O thou Most High who rulest all
And hear'st the prayers of thine,
O hearken, Lord, unto my suit
And my petition sign.
Into Thy everlasting arms Of mercy
I commend Thy servant, Lord.
Keep and preserve My husband,
my dear friend.
At Thy command, O Lord, he went,
Nor nought could keep him back.
Then let Thy promise joy his heart,
O help and be not slack.
Uphold my heart in Thee, O God.
Thou art my strength and stay,
Thou see'st how weak and frail I am,
Hide not Thy face away.
our water grew better by night
thin and harmlessly sad
my book on mortality hit back
I was living in the dangerous part of town
I bled hope to ease myself
like a bed full of guns
bury me in the spring garden
empty me of use and art
and people me with plague
for all the news is that we must go to war
so I may prove I did
what I could
a solemn day for lying
when the truth dropped
what do they shoot
at that time of day
how high is high
we kiss and do not tell
how all things end
profess great kindness
at a plague house
I hear that pretend mouth
the evening sea
over all the mills
a white haze
is this holy water
this form of plague
my head aching with too much night
I hear nothing but owl
meet with nothing but wild stone and woods
doubt flowers in each place I drink
each quiet home with the misfortune
of having me within
about my art
about my purpose
and I rant till past two
my mind full of fears
were it not for our mouth
I would be glad to be rid of it
up in the all-
day night
the upper-
weary bed
come back to the gun
mother
come out of the country
of the deer
time is too great
to make use of
hived in glass
you may be making honey
not love
a beautiful woman
cut off her own breast
out of convenience