Delta

Lord
take me far,
take me home
or to a stream
of consciousness,
maybe of liquor.

               pluck, slink, twang

Lord
I can’t understand
this woman. Her ways
are evil-hearted;
my poor heart’s drug
through the mud.

              pluck, slink, twang

Lord
I don’t deserve
nothin’. Okay,
I know the man
I am ain’t the
one you wanted.

              pluck, slink, twang

Lord
let me rest my head
in the fox’s den,
in the bird’s nest
‘least for a while,
I’m praying.

              applause, fade out.

 

—N.A.

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