In prayer did I hear a hum
loud as any drum,
with what measured breath did weigh?
The probity-of-all our days
the incline of this steep decay.
Faiths emphatic leap
the deities of men the ungodliness of snakes
love in its mortal coils heap.
Motionlessly, kneeling, frequently asleep
only momentarily, awake.
Like a cricket at the gate
ready to jump blindly toward fate.
-loud as any, drum?
‘Come, approach, come…come? '
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