Analysis of Watching the Abbot Sing at Evensong

Deep song--the singing of it trembling
his breastbone--
from a polished pew (in semidarkness)
I watch the Abbot's throat wavering
like fluid in a shaking glass
baritone journeying
upward through the flesh
chanting the spirit of the man
in rhythm more extreme
than breathing
A prayer calling the Abbot's god
into a shape of life, informing his song
with clear light, fuller than sun