Sing a new song to the Lord,

sing through the skin of your teeth,

sing in the code of your blood,

sing with a throat full of earth,

sing to the quick of your nails,

sing from the knots of your lungs,

sing like a dancer on coals,

sing as a madman in tongues,

sing as if singing made sense,

sing in the caves of your heart,

sing like you want them to dance,

sing what you never could say

sing at the fulcrum of joy,

sing without need of reply.

Michael Symmons Roberts (1963- ), A New Song.