A Pathology of Things

Did I hear them sing Hosanna, yesterday? What did you drunk them on For the passover feast is not real alcohol Did you call them to repentance too So they before your heaven comes Could settle old scores with you? No priest nor prelate told them The meaning of the covenant you made They just said: change, yes, we can That said that before drowning in the desert sands Piling manna and largesse in Pharaoh's hands That was the only difference This variation strange to them This separation between you and God This wrongheaded experiment I vomit with the dying Quayles I cannot foreclose the callous serpents Biting at my heels All day long across the dictionary of my rage I ponder our crucifixion, and our age So shallow, so shallow and unforgiving Men we are impelled by sin, we can surrender But we cannot change, we cannot change The history of the multitude that littered the desert floor.