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Psalm

Judith Hall
for the flutes


Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
Whatever they say sounds like laughing 
Reveling in heavenly dilemmas
In harmony in mint in phallic moonlight a cunt sun
Whatever the others say wandering away never believe it

For once you fall to your knees your brain in his mouth 
Her kisses monotonous whether animals commandments
Whatever way you turn sounds like arguing 
The jawbone of an ass in all sincerity
Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man

From Three Trios by Judith Hall. Copyright © 2007 by Judith Hall. Published 2007 by Northwestern University Press. Used with permission.

From Three Trios by Judith Hall. Copyright © 2007 by Judith Hall. Published 2007 by Northwestern University Press. Used with permission.

Judith Hall

by this poet

poem
O beautiful
The amber the clamor the waves of grain
          The need for animal feed
     And liquor yes the need for heaven

I heard a voice in the midst of beasts say
A measure of wheat for a penny

O spacious
Voice that loafs and voids a day
          A voice numismerized
     Is it love my one