What By Thee Have I Incurred Poem by James McLain

As for wine stained habits of each woman
loudly another in the night called out.
Stones in hand, well worn and smooth as so many
monastery leader, of thine sun flowered majority.
Standing up,
looking out/in the window' of the nuns of woman monastery.
Thus called together; As for me all you want what? "
Your one of the other inside each, must I say, hold fast
'that it is the whereabouts of another
and I am through you made unclear.
My vision is blurry,
what by thou, must I now for your sake, endure?
She began from her important heated declaration,
there is a priest "inside sisters us, here me, 'us'
Among them loose is our place now, how many?