Joan Baez in her steps further from God

“If livin’ where something that money could buy
the rich would live and the poor would die”

Her tones echo on the wind and settle on thunder,
passion striking through wedding furnaces like C-4

Come to the family of bottle slayers, in the sea,
found, but always at a distance from being held

A portrait of when the war ends on gold curtains
like hash on rebirth plans tangled in safety lanes

Landings at a not exclusive distance from God,
so curious and so real, did she not really sing?