Apr 17, 2016 10:37
The Return of Julian the Apostate to Rome
Ishmael Reed
Julian
Come back
It can't be long
For the emperor
He see plots everywhere
Has executed three postmen
Rants in print against his
Former allies
Imagines himself a
Yoruba god
Has asked the Bishops to
Deify him
Not only is he short
He's nuts
Julian come back
The people are shitting
In the temples
Barbarian professors
Are teaching one god
They are ripping the limbs
Off our fetishes
They are carving the sea
Monsters from our totems
They made a pile of our
Wood sculpture and set fire
To it
Julian
Come back
Rude hags
Have crashed the senate
And are spitting on the
Elders
Meanwhile, Julian
The perennial art major
Ponders in the right wing
Of the monastery museum
The Egyptian collection
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