“Lead us not into…”
Willie think ’bout temptation till his mind go blank
Replaced with action and boldness to act.
Thoughts wither like corn in a Texas drought.
“Listen real hard you can hear da corn grow,”
His daddy say one summer in Indiana.
But that was twenty years, two thousand miles,
Thirty degrees ago, an’ now Texas
Gonna burn a hole in ‘is soul.

‘Turn dis soul ta bread.
It might be useful.
Ain’t fit ta e’en put butter on now.

Feed the body.
Starve the soul.

“Willie, maybe the body and soul
Are two sides of the same crust.
Maybe spirit and flesh ain’t easily rent asunder.”

“You ain’t far from da kingdom, boy.”
Take, eat.