Oh, Hello, O Hollow One

October 6, 2010

 

(…starts with something from Psalm 79.)
Pour out Thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known Thee,
and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon Thy name.

…for you can spew anything out of that mouth
of yours, Dave, goddamn you can.

Trust me, the fireworks—the fizzle-works—will
remain dry. They will explode…
sure, in adoration, sure…
but puppy-puke is more the like.

And you can manifest Being,
as if it were being-in-the-world itself,
as if your hobble to the highest cliff
was emblematic—
proclaiming, prognosticating…
Big man, Dave,
trailing daisies and dandelions
as if seeds and pollen would stifle the score of ages.

(Some say the Hollow One, unarmed, will be in attendance
tonight.)

Just you wait…
His hatred is like a bean.
He will break your back, Dave.
The cattle paths, tits, dung for food,
maybe even his precious sanity, sanctity,
will sputter to power, for he knows not only you,  Dave,
he knows the pornography circulating in your name.

(The rest, shout.)

Our innocence will remain intact for years.
Our virgin will clean her tits
and once again walk the cow paths to prattle alone.

Oh you can spew anything out of that mouth
of yours, Dave, goddamn you can.

But some day we will pour out thy wrath like men—
for we are like the life—
like beasts from the same storm.

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