Olney Hymn
not my li-
fe this and
that is a
death I can-
not die
O’Neill
doesn’t even
know me
any old lady
on a porch
with a pill
shows me the
rain begin-
ning its godly
amble up
the green al-
ley my life
rain rain
on the chain-
link fences
on the ragged
red leaves
and green in-
visible flowers
my three
children em-
bracing me
brush the hand-
print of God
from my shirt
this and that
and that is
a death I can-
not die
