Psalm for the SouthMomma gave me a quilt when I left homePsalm for the South by AzizrianDaoXrak
so I could lie me down in green pastures,
jus' like her black book says.
I learned to read
in a town where the churches got porches
jus' like everybody else.
Taught myself astronomy
with cogon grass ticklin my bare legs an'feet
an'ticks on the backsa my knees.
I couldn'a shown you
the long necklace a' stars
people say is a dragon,
but I could hunt down rabbits n'hazelnuts
on their way to Heaven.
Since I left
I seen long plains a' steel buildins
that crowd out the sky
an'shine their own stars.
Grandaddy Solomon still sings to me in my sleep
in Grandma's ole wicker rockin chair,
still reads to me from Momma's black book.
I like him better'n God.
My first music lesson
was wind in the blue grass,
my breath vibratin the green ribbon
crushed between thumb-joints.
Since then I learned from voices jus' as sweet.
I read lots more than the black book, these days.
Walked through lotsa valleys,
dryer'n salt or wet as an afternoon in March
walked there m