st. francis pray for us
we are all sinners i think to you
you're the only one to understand
we went to detroit hung out
with strippers talked at the bar
until the night was worn out
about philosophy and
faith god and
read them our poetry
they were amazed and asked
where we came from and we told
but they still wondered
i saw a statue of you
in white marble in a church
in chicago a day ago
you were hidden in an alcove
up a few sets of stairs
by the main doors
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