December 19th wet snow and church parking lot; let out a sigh of relief he prom- ised For days Behemoth size elininating our concerns i would be happy. still "experience" involved *****, heavy, exhausting, loud tradesman using some of us.
together in unison pounding away we filled the church basement with sound tempo and beat.
Then it happened.
The angels were singing just for us.
A black-out poem I wrote a while ago using a local newspaper. Reconfigured it so it wasn't so spread out. Probably going to play around with it a bit more before I'm completely satisfied. Let me know what you think!