The Visit

after St. Francis and the Sow



Francis comes over to visit and there is none of the Spectacle
before and after him, mob frenzy in madness in dance parading
a black crowned man to his death, a dark child with burnt world 
on its hand.  The horde waits for him in patient hunger,
hollow ecstasy.  Father! Father! they call out to him.  

Father! Father!             From a distance

he touches them, oh he touches them
 as he once touched the sow.