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SUNDAY PRAYER, ccxciii
time & time again,
in sudden death, history defeats itself
i will be a healthy corpse
before the chief mediator by force
opens with plagues the pen doors
and we are set upon the matadors
to gore them all amid melodies of gasps
and the tuneless chants of "free at last."
we will draw a new map
we will make new flags
and we will plant body bags
like seeds from hell & an iron tree
through the dead stump of what we overthrew
will grow and spear the world with its roots.
the meek never win in history's rematches.
take the world by fire, or inherit ashes.
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - chicago, illinois, u.s.a.