For goodness sake

October evening 2

Wheeling across the sky,
a murmuration of starlings and
the souls of the dead
to defend the stars
as they fall,
turning on that great wheel
of the chariot.
(Swing low,
fill my mouth with words
of wonder and delight
that they may sing to the sparrows
and the great horned owl
as he passes judgment on all we have done before.
Will this circle be unbroken in the time we have left?
Will our hours and minutes
lay across the calendar pages, clean and pristine
as the January snow and the lambs of springtime
that skip merrily to slaughter?
Shall we gather at the river- the long road home to glory?
What shall we forsake,
for goodness sake,
at the rising of the wind?

Harp Lessons

Should I lay down my head
And in the morning not get up,
I will not care.
People will cry
And gnash their teeth
And tear out their hair.
I will not care.
I will be sitting on a cloud.
People will say things
That should not be said
Things will be said
That should be,
I will not care.
I will be sitting on a cloud
Maybe taking harp lessons.
I will not care
If the bills do not get paid
If the bed is not made
If the cat is not fed
I will not care
Should I lay down my head.