Some tried
And some had sisters
There was no denying
The chthonic discourse
Nuns bathed in lesbian-ness
And forbid talk
Of horses
Or Eternity
Still black hearted prayer books
Were stacked in crying jags
Of great movies
And the donkey
Song
Was a bleat or a bellow
Against the stone walls
Of the vestibules portal
Glittered hearts in mythical woods
Le bete!
