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CHURCH AND STATE
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| This was created as a challenge poem about "Church and State". Our poetry group challenged each other when George W. Bush decided to merge the two after the election of 2000. These are the images I saw during those two weeks between our poetry reading. |
Some introduction to religion may be necessary here. Of course this introduction will not be necessary for the next generation since church and state is now merged.
So if you don’t know. The last book of the Christian Bible is Revelation and the last words spoken by Jesus are “Surely I come quickly”. The title of this piece is:
The last revelation at the
White house Christmas party
Washington, Patton, Bush and Bush
Jesus, Lincoln, Nixon and Ford
Christmas lights were staring the night.
They were eating Jesus’ umbilical cord for
Christmas
They had it stuffed with psychedelic mushrooms
Star, Star, Star, Oh Starry night
Heroes with strange names appeared in the sky
Lenin, Guevara, and Mao Tse Tung.
Outside the green interstate trucks were on
constant patrol.
To collect the dead animals
To grind them up into hamburger
To feed them to the homeless
The loud speaker blaring as the green trucks
passed
“Get them in a day or we don’t get our pay”
There were little American flags stuck in the
ground
Where each animal was collected.
A constant line of green trucks
At all the churches
At the Salvation Army
At Saint Vincent’s De Paul
The homeless children unloading the trucks
Singing, “Halleluiah, praise Jesus” with each
toss of the dead.
Inside the school there was a 98 pound red
headed freckled freshman
In a classroom full of jocks.
He pulled out a 12 gauge and blew them away.
Splattering their brains on the Safe School
poster wall.
To the policemen in pink uniforms he gave this
reason,
“Sometimes the wrinkles in the space time
continuum
requires acts of non-professionalism.”
The starry Christmas lights went out
And the only light remaining in the now dark
world
Was from the open car doors in front of Dairy
Mart
Where old people were setting inside their
cars
Using the overhead light to scrap off their
lottery tickets.
The Christian youth groups
Were gathered and singing
The theme song from the Beverly Hillbillies.
Jesus with his open hands raised to the
darkness is yelling
“I didn’t come quick enough”
“I didn’t come quick enough”
And the people were whispering to each other
“Jesus is slow”
“Jesus is slow”
The image of death riding the devil with his
jaws full of Jesus
Forever flickered
Like an old 8mm movie
Projected on the bedroom wall.
THE POETS
| This poem is dedicated to Anton N. Nyerges. He was published in Modern Poetry Studies, Volume One, Number 5, 1970 and author of the translations of Poems of Endre Ady, 1969, Hungarian Cultural Foundation, P.O. Box 16, Buffalo, N.Y. 14225, Library of Congress number 74-75423. Anton N. Nyerges was the teacher that influenced me most while at Eastern Kentucky University. He died May 21, 1989. I thank him for the knowledge he gave me. |
Who were the poets
That passed us in the night fog of our youth
Their long dark coats stirring the fog.
Letting us feel the moonlight
Asking us to kiss the evening star
To caress the warmth of the sun
To taste the words on our tongue
Who were these poets that loved us
That gave us the instant of dream
And calmed our exploding soul
They taught us to lick the rain drops
To listen for a falling leaf
To run barefoot in the dew
Their words now echo in the thunder
Flash in the light
Brighten our night
Who are the poets that NOW
Walk in the dawn
Who NOW touch the glowing souls
Brushing away the darkness
They are the dreamers
That dream of dreams
And bathe naked in the rain
They ignite the dark moon
They distill the dew
They are me and they are you.
Jack Bowman around 1992
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