The Seance

Under gas light the joining of hands

Chanting a name over and over

A table tilts the circle is broken

Doubting no more

They pay what they owe her

Disembodied a luminous hand

Holding the air, passing the current

A voice is channeled, a rope is uncoiled

Flicker the light

And someone is here

We go following sorrow to feel your

Blood spilling out of the reeds there

Give me a sign I can breathe air

Blood flowing out of the stream there

(give me something new please, something I can love)