St. Francis (Ohbijou)

St. Francis fumbled in the dark Up the stairs and down the hall and in his midst the crows moved slow whizzing by like thunderbolts and I cried go. with flint in teeth and fire and hand he fought a fleet of angry men who boast of birds they stole from St. Francis tamed those witless thieves and I cried go. St. Francis learned th wolves lived in towns with wives and with children his eyes grew blind from this awful truth the real wolves wore pants and shoes the crows know that your wavering the crows know that your waiting to escape. St. Francis says says says GO.