I am a Love Siren
On Irie FM at five a.m. a church sister kickstarts an extended play that segues seamless from hymn to hymn.
Measured in airwaves it’s long as Airdrie to Old Hope and Mountain View;
where the sister chanticleers the great stones mother got to move.
I mother of my sweet son who half sleeps in the next seat cannot kick it steam engine style like this sistren on Irie FM who cuts and clears across the length of Long Mountain Range;
but as we speed past Nannyville I bid sleeping troubles, stand still.
As the sister orchestrates removal of the great stones
I swear I see Elder Philip turning a roll.