Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I, Judas, Falsely Accused Of Raping the Sacristy Boys

Cram, cram, and the breeders be infidels,
as it always was now and forever, amen---

In seventeen days we shall pass, and boats
big as sunglasses for the Sun will moat up
no palace like insecure cantons on Wrath.
Curlicues of dust now unseen fornicating
and the desert winds devoid of chance, no
one even contesting the shaking samovars.

I was absent for a while, cantankerous as
Mary of Magdala on a lye; passing the time,
presented fumigated flasks on Jesus' tomb.
Only to be sacked, be shocked by ambulant
arguments about Mary's womb, loyalties,
lies! Seventeen days passed. Love is lost.

Cram, cram, and the breeders be infidels,
as it always was now and forever, all men.

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