Three Hallelujahs

    I

I came out to the sacred field
To sing, to bathe there in the fountain,
Splayed out among the flowers,
I'd hope we'd lie here for a while
musing, musing,
Sipping poisons of our fate,
This cruel fate.

We'd lie awake in the clearing, there,
While I'd look into your
Blue
   Blue eyes-

         Crucified, edified here,
         Laid out as skins in a cold lime bath,
         Awaiting the tanner's practiced knife.

    II

But deadwood chokes and smothers clean
To starve us whole, to move in now,
In sense of the sport, we move in to kill
Burning their skies with radiant smiles
As we ourselves fall in as to lie,
With starlight shining, shining bright
Lying in wait for the river to dry
Running in circles
To the rhythm of a heartbeat.

And I too would write you
A neon bible of yellow, pink and gold
For I too could build you
a neon dais in this place of stars.
No light could touch us now,
Seeping in by the holes in our heads,
Creeping in like the evening fog.

    III

But me, amour, as fair a wretch,
No, we'd lie there in tatters,
Stitched together as madmen,
Heads bowed, lips curled in anticipation:

"HALLELUJAH."

While kings pass as aphids,
Mounted, mounted, passing here,
Wild, mild, passing here in tatters.

But where were the words
With which we'd speak?
Only there in tatters, ragged there,
But as one and the same, equals now,
Drawn up together before this painted altar,
In sight of this sacred altar,
In this holy gravity we'd lie together
And fall to Earth as ashes.