Sedentary
Surely God is good,
Surely to Israel,
Surely God is good to Israel,
Surely God to pure hearts,
(please don’t call me Surely)
Soitenly God-Blessed are the dear-heart folks?
Who shall have attended God?
But
As for me
I slipped, I stumbled, I hit the ground running to heavens to Betsy to pieces
See!
Laugh!
Sinners are much more
Unchained!
Untied to the wheel-death
Love-death has them unlocked up in chains.
Lo chains
Lo kemia-metas
Lo scissom
Lo mela
Lo mayonc
Lo kolojimalta
Lo maya
Lo mahlimn
Lo emf
Lo ma
Where are their boils?
Their scabs?
Their bedsores?
Their scars?
Their bites?
Their necks’s burnt-red-rope burns?
Their chains?
Where are their knock-kneed pigeon-toed lame-brain lariat at?
What are they seeing with their fat-swallowed eyes?
What are they feeling, clothed with outward-pointing fingers,
Torn off beggars’s hands?
They break, they berate, they belittle, they bully, they beat, they badger, they kick us when we’re down, they go tell it from the cell towers and satellites, through vines of shielded cables carpeting the ocean floors, in the now-in-mega-size, radio-wave singing bowls, in the bitty ears of moles and pigeons and apples.
They twirl twin cigars lifted through the heavens, inevitable fallout, ashes to ashes of homes of gentle people, and they cough smoke over the face of earth.
Impressive.
Are you not impressed?
But
As for me
I thank them for their time.
Copyright © Lawrence Strauss | Year Posted 2020
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