Listen!
WORSHIPPING (WITHOUT GOD) hands clasped weight on the knees arch of the body deeper at the neck leaning slightly from the waist as if falling forward nothing moves in the helpless heart it stands accused and affirms the accusation: what was done and left for sorrow after standing up tricky back knees strain hands spread out head bent back the first star out of a dull blue shows murmer in the throat before singing the singing doesn't come the murmer stays another star if I fed on nothing but the stars appearing every night would be full like this I would be bent forward by the fullness until my face touched the common floor like a believer with those of like belief for no feet have passed here that didn't resound little life you are mine