Rounds

Source: Favim (adapted by Srivilasica)

Downstreet from OM we opened
A bar called AMEN, where the noise
complaints came from above,

where our choir howl swept
the dust. Ask the Jehovists:
they’re slow to trust the dark, corroding
our confidence in flashlights—our faith
in the warm beer of blackouts,
and they LIGHT candles to make wishes
and we DARKEN OUR DOORS

with mezuzahs, our floors with mandalas,
but catch you on the flipside
never meant anything to me.
Waking from nights out, dawn
long gone seems so spirit heavy, grave.
Our pains are answers to our prayers.

~ John Cotter & Shafer Hall