Song 25

Let be this
a moment I hear
you’re safe,
the most I want
from a nasty world.

May be this
a prayer that sounds
as if I am a soul
hating a body soiled
with sweat from gore.

Let’s make a name
for ourselves,
keep up that we meant
when we grew her up
to make a dame.

Somebody can’t be scoring
at misery that unloads
and they pretend bold
to confess they did of
what’s a dangerous game.