Pentecost

Wind, oh Wind
come
may your shadow
turn this fortress
shaming walls of Jericho.

Wind
come, oh come
with your kindred spirits
of tongues of fires.

Wind, oh Wind
come
with your grope
of a Midas touch,
make my lips seismic.

Wind
come, oh come
in your hypnosis, perpetually imprison my mind in the hatred of home
make me to be ever lost in your whirling womb...