Nashville Four: ‘to every little hour that you sleep tight’ – sp

 

lonely little city
with your one
tower too tall,
how’d you manage that?
God didn’t forget about
Babel, but he forgot about
You,
or maybe not.
I mean,
we think we got
these tricky translations
all down pit-pat, but
listen to that
sound
of all the jabberwocky,
like some back-and-forth
noise
that makes plenty of sense
until you learn to listen
closely.
oh, lonely little city,
and the heat of summer
coming to beat down on your
back:
what will you do,
what will you do
when you realize there’s no grace
left for you?

 

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