St. Patrick comes, he wants to gather snakes.
drills a mouse-hole by the fridge, grows grey fur,
& sets traps. clench snap-jaw, shepherd staff breaks.
our tails: tile-floor cold. the dead druids stir.

drills a mouse-hole by the fridge, grows grey fur,
& avoids talk of god. i palm-feed him.
our tails: tile-floor cold. the dead druids stir.
we chew. mouse-lips, teeth, grazing against skin. 

& avoids talk of god. i psalm-feed him.
there were never green snakes in Ireland. 
we chew. mouse-lips, teeth, grazing against skin. 
name me the bodies that get to be damned.

St. Patrick killed the snakes in Ireland 
& sets traps. clench snap-jaw, shepherd staff breaks.
name me the bodies that get to be damned.
St. Patrick comes, he wants to gather snakes.