men, cry out
for a memory long lost
may salts dissolve
our half-blind sciences
and see again through eyes of faith;
that from rivers we come
on not more than bulrushes;
that on hey mangers we lie
humbled babes
men, cry out
for a memory long last
blood-rinsed, river-washed
for unbound violence crouches at our door
red tides pent, wanton lips part
fear those breaking banks
for mother will not fail us
and another king
yes a kingdom
men, cry out
for kingdom come
by peace
and not the sword