i
A quiet afternoon
the speaker
dull
the New Testament
washed out
Through the window
a lonely
blue-jay
makes noisy song.
ii
The speaker crashes
on
through his speech
All eyes are
upon him
Over his left
ear
the thick hair
is beginning
to slip.
iii
I would not mind
if I were
a sinner,
but as it is
—let me assure you—
I sleep alone.