I'll change all the now radically
as I can and do something else.
I'll read the section of a half a dozen poems.
And let's take a break for 10 minutes
or so and then come back for another 20 minutes, OK?
So I'm really kind of curious about something
in my own processes because rationally, I'm
areligious and anticlerical, but I find myself often
writing poems derived from Christianity and mostly
about lambs for some reason.
So I'm going to read several poems, which
might be unconsciously religious, I don't know.
I'll try, and see what you think.
And since this is Thursday, this is a "Grace for Thursday."
Grace for Thursday--
God help us on a day like this in one of many.
The day was full of merciful activity,
but we got through at last to supper.
Lamb will be good.
But do no good.
Christ knows where it will be tomorrow down the drain.
Oh, it was slaughtered like himself and hung to dry.
So may we eat it up, talking in mindless ease.
And by the fish wife, Mary, star of the sea, ride out this night
and eat said fish on Friday.