Come Closer and Listen

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
Time--that murderer

No one has caught yet

O Great Starry Sky
Where our thoughts go

Like door-to-door Bible salesmen,

Only to have the doors

Slammed into their faces.

Among My Late Visitors
There is also a cow

Whose eyes the soldiers

Took out with a knife

And lit straw under its tail

So it would run blind

Over a minefield

And thereafter into my head

From time to time

Heaven doesn’t hear the cries

Of the ones drowning but I do