Thanks to God alone

Upright falling: the moshpit clapping, in vampiric hunger

Passed into children, around our dying Earth Mother, in such

Rapture are animals thrilled by the smell of death off each other.

Thanksgiving stands still in the soul, prayer invincible.

Hellfire words spoken, dispute together, crawls their sin child

Back into hell. How grateful I feel in the certainty of God:

Brief comes that moment flashing, Thanksgiving, a light

Burst open. It doesn’t matter what happens now, by the

Pure heart, the sun’s outspoken. I thank thee, God, alone.