Degraded Liturgy
Degraded Liturgy From above, hills, wrinkled and brown. On the ground is where, wrinkled and brown, we trade shells and stones, listen. Hills rain down fire and crazy-making winds, rock shifts ice melts hundreds of species disappear each day. Marco Call after call after call unanswered. For today, bare feet on the ground real dirt under fingernails our shells and stones our Marco will have to fill the silence where responses should have sung. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 