Whatchu gonna do when
the trim is gone
Whatchu gonna do when
the right turns wrong
Whatchu gonna do when
the whistle blows
Whatchu gonna do when
your feet say no
Whatchu gonna do when
the man comes knockin
Whatchu gonna do when
that devil’s laughin
Whatchu gonna do when
your train don’t run
Whatchu gonna do when
the words won’t come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Death Unto Itself
My words live on undefended,
speaking for themselves
My prayer rises, voice ascended,
—death unto itself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)