OH BELOVED IT IS SO
THY WRATH, THY WRATH IS SO
THESE FEET, THESE BURNING FEET
MOVE UPON THY WRATH
PRAISE THEE IN THEIR DANCE
WITH OUTSTRETCHED PALMS
THY WRATH IS COME
CONSUMED IN FLAME
OF LIFE OF LOVE
MAY THY ANGER
BE SLOW, BE SWEET
MAY IT DISCIPATE
LIFT NOT THY HOLY HANDS
AGAINST ME
TAKE MY BURNING ARMS
MY TURNING SKIRTS
TO THY TRUTH
TO THY
TRANSPARENT
BREAST
Copyright © Patti Smith 1996