There she goes just, uh, walking down the street
Singing, of all things, of the sweet, sweet love her
Lord shows her. In his infinite mercy. It's a hymn
She learned in Sunday school and on her lips it is
Hot, like: febrile and white, like: incandescent.
Because this is what the mind of man does with
Sublimity: it blinds itself to it like: looking into the sun.
And this explains the power of lithe coltish girlyouth
Which rises on us like a sun just heedlessly making
Its flawless circle, never really knowing how it
Leaves the world cracked and smoking and the
Black timber laid out radially in the cauterized waste.
