-parishioner's psalm of the un-indicted-

1.

notice the enigmatic firmament—

the black 

dome of the city—

the blue

night foliage drop among its stones—

the green-

blooded apprentice on the march—

the red-

knuckled fist of substance at its cheek—

the violet 

night's-wave weaving its way through the brittle

wood-sided tenement houses— 

the grey-

brick stacks blowing 

from their nostrils a terrible

smoke.

2.

how at once one drowns to empty

penance:

through my fault

through my fault

through my own most grievous 

fault.

                           Quequechan