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The Egg Man and the Bruja
And coughing up words
In the black shade
On her black feet
Hind feet like rat’s feet
Tails in traps tied to poles
To a pole
It was
Tied to a pole
In the shade
Of a Eucalyptus Tree. I,
Eggman; goldfish in a bowl
Pater Noster
Qui es en caelis
Sanctificetur
Nomen tuum
Vultures, corpses:
In the grass, bushes, or creek
On the rails or rocks
In the ditch or dust
Beneath the overpass
In the street
“What’s up with the old bitch across the street?”
“Oh, she’s nice;
She’s probably just doing laundry.”
“So why’s she staring?”
Yellow bucket carrying
Washwoman disease:
Dead chickens
Bloody egg whites
From cows, test tubes
Petri-dishes, candles
Ice cream, the Milky Way
Ovaries, hot springs
Or caves
Meteor strike
Santera in white
Lord of the Rings
Hobbit
Wrinkled, five foot three
Devil
Weebles wobble
But they don’t fall down
Freeze...
Who gave you that hollow breathless name Moriah,
Moriah?
Does the salt sting your eyes
Did Joseph Smith hurt your pride Moriah?
Do you think all this is a lie
Moriah?
Is the Devil real Moriah?
Moriah, Zechariah
Ezekial’s flying machine
The Demoniac
Of the Gerasenes
Does Isaac remember your name,
And does your low breathless name
Even matter
Moriah?
Oh my Jesus
Forgive us our sins
Save us from the fires of Hell
And lead all souls to Heaven
Her right hand
A claw
A bucket
The grunting
Masculine growl
Flapping lips
Weasel eyes
“She wants you to help her in her apartment.”
The door
That swallowed her
Like a clam
For Thine Art the Kingdom
And the Power
And the Glory
Forever
In the black shade
On her black feet
Hind feet like rat’s feet
Tails in traps tied to poles
To a pole
It was
Tied to a pole
In the shade
Of a Eucalyptus Tree. I,
Eggman; goldfish in a bowl
Pater Noster
Qui es en caelis
Sanctificetur
Nomen tuum
Vultures, corpses:
In the grass, bushes, or creek
On the rails or rocks
In the ditch or dust
Beneath the overpass
In the street
“What’s up with the old bitch across the street?”
“Oh, she’s nice;
She’s probably just doing laundry.”
“So why’s she staring?”
Yellow bucket carrying
Washwoman disease:
Dead chickens
Bloody egg whites
From cows, test tubes
Petri-dishes, candles
Ice cream, the Milky Way
Ovaries, hot springs
Or caves
Meteor strike
Santera in white
Lord of the Rings
Hobbit
Wrinkled, five foot three
Devil
Weebles wobble
But they don’t fall down
Freeze...
Who gave you that hollow breathless name Moriah,
Moriah?
Does the salt sting your eyes
Did Joseph Smith hurt your pride Moriah?
Do you think all this is a lie
Moriah?
Is the Devil real Moriah?
Moriah, Zechariah
Ezekial’s flying machine
The Demoniac
Of the Gerasenes
Does Isaac remember your name,
And does your low breathless name
Even matter
Moriah?
Oh my Jesus
Forgive us our sins
Save us from the fires of Hell
And lead all souls to Heaven
Her right hand
A claw
A bucket
The grunting
Masculine growl
Flapping lips
Weasel eyes
“She wants you to help her in her apartment.”
The door
That swallowed her
Like a clam
For Thine Art the Kingdom
And the Power
And the Glory
Forever
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