A Crowning Mercy Poem by Pierre Rausch

You are a crowning mercy
The bed be blessed where I lie
Four Angels to that bed
Four Angels around my head
One to watch, and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away
You are a crowning mercy
A stream away these /to/ a see
To see a young man's smile and land,
Beneath waters unbuttoned land
Are humans although dancers
So cheerful poaching cancer
Four Angels to that bed
Four Angels around my head
One to watch, and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away