I know
that you're there
behind these words, thought
lines loose and lazy
I am

I love your unsewn
monster
raised on Milton
and whatever else available
the Bible

Speak nonsense
I don't care, rough marble

David will rise again, no doubt,
or I imperfect shall strip
named biblically
my child

set out on the hillside leading
growing hair
Absolam in his nonsense tree