Friday, July 29, 2011

Low and Golden / new poems 2011

Broke My Neck

Broke my neck
Swinging with the monkeys,
Tree to tree,
Aping my own behavior, acting out,
Pulling stars from the sky,
Burning King James' bibles,
Kissing collapsed bridges,
Wading foul waters' low wash,
Clapping hands against the thunder
Spitting its rain and crooked light
To baptize by electroshock
This primate,
Not yet civilized by Man,
Nor by his man-made God.

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