her skinny foal panting along behind
he rode with loud crowds cheering
into the grim little town
for Francis it was Brother Ass
the body the whole material trance
which only balks if you force it
but for him would dance
but today Balaam himself
must carry the body of light
even though death knows it can’t win
and he who can’t persuade us
not to take his greed for sin
must be his noble steed instead
and bring us our wine and bread
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