All the Dirt from Heaven

She could use what's made, she could take what's given
She would absolve you, who is unshriven
She could twist the tweed, she could speak while lilting
She would take the helm, its bowsprit tilting

You should sign the Cross, she could toss you thunder
You should kick the cairn, its stones, asunder

She would ease your guilt, she would build you shelter
She would keep you calm and in good kelter

She could touch your heart, she could spark an ember
She would rouse your limbs, make you remember
She could hold your hand, she could land you weeping
She would worry you, but that's in keeping

You should give her ground, she could mount an army
You should as lief be unspun and balmy

You would let her leave, you would grieve and plummet
You would shoot yourself and clutch your stomach