Psalm

By Judith Hall

Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
Whatever they say sounds like laughing
Reveling in heavenly dilemmas
In harmony in mint in phallic moonlight a c*nt sun
Whatever the others say wandering away never believe it

For once you fall to your knees your brain in his mouth
Her kisses monotonous whether animals commandments
Whatever way you turn sounds like arguing
The jawbone of an ass in all sincerity
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man