Can I please fucketh you on a stack of Bibles?
Let us goeth forth and seeketh that stack of Bibles.
Let us proceedeth to various bases. Let us eraseth
chalk lines and dismisseth umpires and groundskeepers.
Each base, a Bible—thick anchor of holiness.
I have never gone forth or fifth into the desert or dessert.
Though I have licked the whippéd cream.
Though I have cringed and wept at mirages.
The Bible provideth a limited range
of motion, stacked or unstacked. As we stand
warming each other with unperfuméd breath
on the bumpy leather cover, on the gilt
HOLY BIBLE letters, I must ask, hath thine eyes
seen the glory? Let us loseth something in translation.