Internal debate

Hot in the tin
The drats go down
Chimney holes and drafterstucks
Under trees and laughter hooks
When leads of laking
Turn out snaking
The bushes too quiet
For worm holes to confide
And the death deliver
Life on the side
Two livers and a side of beef
Not overdone to stick to the teeth
But the mouth shadows the sun
And the beef shadows the moon
Just under the corn cob rising
Two teeth, a shadow, and a quarter
When the walls close in
And open like a tomb
Of fresh flowers and rivers run dry
Of Eucalyptus trees pining to cry
When the trees run wrong and poison shot
It was left to the tiger lilies
To play their trumpet song
To the fanfare of the fiddle
Head ferns in their jostling hassle
Just one screw ahead and a joist away
Creaming the maples starting to sway
And the lands dearth darkness
Wizened in threes
One two three to branch the trees
Of our own lives
Becoming introspective
Rooting
New age
Changing
And changing back
Unrooting
To white skinned crackers
And black skinned wafers
Communioning the between
Commissioning the unknown
What some call Jesus others call God
What goes by many names
And theological conceits
Wafers and crackers to dust
We are some breath
Of someone better
Than we know
But might become
If we knew
If the hardness didnt settle in
The barriers set up
Resistant to the letting
The presupposition
That we are right
That the politics are know
In pools of water
Its holiness overflowing
Should we know and rejoice
But we arent there
All the time
Our minds are out
Oaring about
Seeking our...our...
You know the word
It comes to you in those joyous connective moments
And the names are legion.

Denis Streeter   9/23/12