Unpublished Litany
Thomas Merton

It yawns at me the cavernous gulf.
Find, find the nuns and make them pray.
De ore Leonis, libera nos Domine; and
  again, De manu canis unicam meam.
Hand of the dog reaching out
  from under fur, lousy false dog.
What is to be done?
Miserere.

All the goats, all the dogs, all the
  blank cattle, all the brute cattle, all
  the horned cattle, all the snarl,
all the fake,
all the bellow,
all the monster,
one horn, one man's foot,
one beast's claw, one hen's eye,
one yak's tooth,
one of everything mister,
one of everything.

These are my opinions of today's cosmos.
St. Giles, defend
us.