Credo

Claims and facts

Tumble out

Of her still forming

lips

Of 

Ancient words

Promises

Recited by kings and harlots

Translated from dead languages

To dying tongues

Driven upon by smoking tanks

And $10 bicycles

Considered in Antarctica

Or Howard City, Michigan

Stuck halfway

On the lips of

George Donovan

Who died

In grace

1947

The words speak her

More than she speaks them

Credo

In deum

Patorem

A boy catches her eye

Eating a chocolate chip cookie

Omnipotentum

A smile

The sky watches


The green green leaves and grass and bursting bushes

Creatorem 

And flashes of light are revealed

When the blue is burned up by the sun

Some have been dead for years

Coeli

Gorgeous winged things

Et terrae

Hearts and minds and snapping fingers

And little boys flicking water with their toes

In the pond

On a Sunday afternoon

Jesus Christ – these are only kids

Not ready

For the grey clouds and the hunt

And pulling levers

To select leaders

From cigarette stained middle aged men with stern faces and mistresses and money

Oh the money

Et in iesum christum

He is not an idea, a theory and hastily written equation on a napkin at some conference in Omaha

Natus

Blood and screams and tiled floors sterilized – clean and unclean

And we have all been there. not everyone survives. some have down’s 

some…

And I have been there but not for life the last time

A dead boy

Drowned

in his own beginning

Lord save me.

Passum

Voluntary, voluntary.

Not fate or karma or katra or chance.

He chose?

Crucifixum

Mortuis

She doesn’t know what she got herself into. her marriage is ruined, dead. she can’t revive it. she fell for that man at the bank who told her she was cute for a mother of two.


Turning back

To the old lady

In the 5th row of pews

Smiling at the baby in front of her


They all sing a chorus

Or it sings them


And lingers

afterwards

forgiven