"Psalm III."
The other I wrote is "Psalm II"--
the other I read before was "Psalm II,"
was maybe eight years later.
"Psalm III," to God.
I was using that name.
To illuminate all men beginning with Skid Row,
let Occidental and Washington be transformed into a higher
place, the plaza of eternity.
Illuminate the welders and shipyards
with the brilliance of their torches.
Let the crane operator lift up his arm for joy.
Let elevators creak and speak ascending and descending
in awe.
Let the mercy of the flower's direction beckon in the eye.
Let the straight flower bespeak its purpose in straightness,
to seek the light.
Let the crooked flower bespeak its purpose in crookedness,
to seek the light.
Let crookedness and straightness bespeak the lights.
Let Puget Sound be a blast of light.
I feed on your name like a cockroach on a crumb.
But this cockroach is holy.
[LAUGHTER]
"Tears"--