St. Francis

St. Francis fumbled in the dark

Up the stairs and down the hall

and in his midst the crows moved slow

whizzing by like thunderbolts

and I cried go.

with flint in teeth and fire and hand

he fought a fleet of angry men

who boast of birds they stole from

St. Francis tamed those witless thieves

and I cried go.

St. Francis learned th wolves lived in

towns with wives and with children

his eyes grew blind from this awful truth

the real wolves wore pants and shoes

the crows know that your wavering

the crows know that your waiting

to escape.

St. Francis says says says

GO.