austra
a neck of holly
i would never offer
put them in a hopeless place
upon a pier
sitting in a cedar
i was in a holy place
holding
kneeling hunger
if joan of arc were
headed under
put her in a holy place
they wouldn't let you
shake upon the altar
put us in a holy place
i asked her father
if you met a sailor
put him in a holy place
the future
our loving
put them in a holy place
you are the wonder i pray for