Hot June horse-manure
Binds human flesh with humus
Too tired to die ?
Hot June moon, moan.
Sappho´s thighs dancing like that ?
Steps hot, music light.
Skellig Rock´s weak monks
Saw God in their rheumatism
Please, my God, no more.
Noble Saint Kevin,
His arms outstretched and praying,
Felt no thing, no God