Homeless Poems roam
alleluia alleluia
Real World
god-homed chambers of the poor,
green-lace cascades,
white bells tumbling down,
golden trumpets drifting through the air,
running water, sweet water, sweet water branch,
vast grandmothers with witching hair,
branches raised in prayer,
standing guard this sacred ground,
sweet jesus beer, broken bones
beneath the Bohdi tree where he
is bathed by stars and wind
the homeless poems sing
alleluia alleluia
for broken hearts where ibis fly,
where sand cranes bless the morning air,
where muddy hosannas of snakes in their caves,
along the running water, sweet water, sweet water branch,
witching hair,
branches raised in prayer,
alleluia alleluia
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