croppy rain dance

holler at the holy lord, pray for rain to come
to pour its shadow over your fields, your face,
to bring grain into life, into large stocks to pass through
like walking in trenches of water
and dance at the moon
dance at the moon
like he sees you,
knows that ache in your lungs
deep into your stomach
knows the ache you feel
the want of food, of success
and with thunderous
embellishment he whispers while
you're sleeping, like an oracle
that the field will grow
will consume the
soil, rich with worms
and words of nourishment
like 'love' and breathe life
into the dirt like air
over the ocean,
a place so far from where you stand
where you holler at the lord

body

it is just a body,
the sealing for the package,
distended skin pulling together and holding in organs,
liver and lung
a heart even.

it is just a body

remake me an eden

scrub the skin like its stained
like its poisoned like if you scrub hard enough
the innocence will come through
from behind all of the sin.

look to god. she says. look to jesus.

scratch and score my body and remold
me from the clay of this hardened man
and present me, illuminated,
to a world less tainted,

to a garden.