As Knowledge Enters the Body.(Poem)

   Weedsmoke and auto-spray cling on the crest. 
   And then, descending, the sweet breath of early evening, 
   the sly calls of bats, break out 
   in the shrubby tombsides beyond the stores. 
   Then under the tomb slope, the Anglican Church 
   snugs into the earth lest it slide downhill. 
   It's lit. Framed alone in the huge window, 
   a woman in white commands the organ-- 
   soundlessly, for all I know, 
   her chords sealed in their holy air. 
   Far down, ...