I can speak the hymnals

I can speak the hymnals that will
point to east forged with steel
tempered with the wrist of west and

a shallow grin unmet with the acrid
smile that gloats and prepares you
for a purposeful tryst with atoms.

I can speak the hymnals that will
chime with the low as it rings the
tune of up high, each vassal a vessel

splitting the tar hair that binds him
to rock certainties affixed by hand
of sin and pain and groomed with time.