An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress
   under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
   to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet
   & are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
   of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
   of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations.

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea.

Do you know we are being led to
   slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
   obscene on young blood.

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
   in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman
   who are just dying.

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
   perform our art
   & perfect our lives.

The moths & atheists are doubly divine
   & dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
   Nightmare.
Cling to life
   our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
   of despair
We got our final vision
   by clap
Columbus' groin got
   filled with green death

(I touched her thigh
   & death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
   & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
   & flee the swarming wisdom
   of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
With the divine mockery
   of words
Music inflames temperament

  (When the true King's murderers
   are allowed to roam free
   a 1000 Magicians arise
       in the land)

Where are the feasts
we are promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)