Debauch
Debauch Down in the murk of bayou and swamp, down in the Dead Lakes, I learned to swim with what might eat me. I would not take it back. And in the murk of churches, I saw them strain to sanitize with sacraments our human nature. Debauch, the word, first meant to lead astray. And if we aren’t here to be led astray then I learned nothing from danger or hypocrisy. Even now, this warm summer evening far north of trouble, crickets vibrate a rolling call to put down my book (me, a grandmother) and wander past the foxes’ den, into the dark shade of trees. Let debauchery do there what it will. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 
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