where we conclude that we already do not want for anything

the Lord is my shepherd and I do not want / to lie down in your pastures / of fake grass and your chlorinated pools / where the sun beats down on our / languid bodies and we are told / this is good even though / the heat feels like noise and / our thoughts have slowed / like tar

and you have closed / the entrances to the valley / of the shadow of death and / you have told us the shadows / have been banished there is nothing / to see here / and I want to see what that looks like and you say / I am dwelling on the wrong / things why not dwell here

where there is a banquet that we will / take pictures of and post them so / those who admire us and those / whose admiration feels like / spite and those whose spite makes us feel / admired or at least victorious so / they can see it and try to / forget us or talk / about us and surely / goodness and mercy will follow us all / the days of our life just in case / we hold still / long enough / to feel / how much / we miss it