LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND
THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH
LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND
the horrid trials of agriculture
one is disposed to
upon ones mortal end
the silent pull of rot
the taking of the earth
from our flesh
and the transmutation of bone
these are not things
we are taught
to know
not
like the hated holocaust of the second recognized
world war
as if war has ever ended
as if this were not all now
armageddon
the cold steel nature of the christ
embodied in the cross
and enbalmed within the gun machine
only bending to remain
only giving to exploit
and only ever present
in the lie
of one sacred heart
beating
the niggardly aparthieds of plurality
the definitive virtue of our language
and books
and books thereof
over
and over
around
and round again
except on sundays
which we are given by god
by our father
by our employer
so heavenly
so angelic
so mighty
so great
and terrible
and yet somehow still
so inneffable
that no, you cannot grasp it
no it cannot be within your reach
you mustnt think it
your
under standing
of your betters
and the bearers of your cross
forever
entombed
just above the sinful earth
just below the ground
forever
being
until destroyed by bulldozers
which have come to be known
as israel