Issue 11


Spring 2014

 

Grass


If I were called in
to construct a religion
I should make use of grass.

Going to church
would entail a fervent swishing
through couch and wild oats.

My liturgy would employ
vegetal whistling
and blurted, worshipful shrieks.

And I should be
a singer of grass, spitting all
but the sweetest pith from my mouth.

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Katharine Towers