O, Porcupine

without a queen the locust swarm

turned the ground to black

descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back

and scattered the sticks who crawled

like snakes in the sand

as the red clay took the form of a lizard

who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand

[while, in my little world...]

a speckled bird humbly inspired

ran across the road when it could have flown

and it made me smile

at the water's edge, Babylon

we laid down and slept

as the river wept for you, O'Zion!

the stones cry out,

bells shake the sky

all creation groans...

SHHHH!!!

listen to it!

messes of men in farmer poverty;

not much for monks but we pretend to be

share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile

gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity

I hold you in my fond but distant memory

while for the Mother Hen to gather me

who regretfully wrote,

"you have a decent ear for notes

but you can't yet appreciate harmony."

O' porcupine perched low in the tree

your ees to mine:

"you'd be well inclined not to mess with me."

at the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky

as his friends all slept

Jesus wept- and no wonder

and now you say you wanna be set free??

and wanna set me free???

well I'm told that can only come from

a union with the One who never dies