by Kevin Cutrer

To the chief Musician.

Singing while the briar entangles.
Singing while the panther mangles.
      Singing by the rising flood.
Singing by the cross’s burning.
Singing by the hanged man’s turning.
      Singing with a throat of blood.

Singing as the bullet enters.
Singing for a thousand winters.
      Singing to the ice and winds.
Singing as the poison travels.
Singing while the spring unravels.
      Singing when all singing ends.

“Psalm” previously appeared in The Raintown Review.

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