COLLEEN ABEL Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore;
The watchers all noticed it, the quiet / changing around them. / Someday they would refuse it.
The watchers all noticed it, the quiet / changing around them. / Someday they would refuse it.
Leaf shadows vibrate on the humus. / A woodpecker rattles its brain for a taste.
Shadows drink their bodies up then slip
away. Everyone out there is saying cheese.
how many / times must I be broken and reassembled!
A turn, which should also be startling