GROTESQUERIES
Let’s ask my belly how it grows
Enough to become its own in
Continence. Worry war
ts st. humble in from the stink
pestilence draws up tight
Rabbinical Talmudical
dead to rights, invention brings
Cohen sings there is a war
Cohen sings you who wish to conquer pain
Must find what makes you kind.
Roll up
the blind in cracks of sidewalks
Jesuits, protestant delights
light the fires as they chant
one potato two potato
one potato more the Irish
came feeding on lies the only
food refuges have to dream on
(Icelanders) bought it too
their bellies as empty, as mine
is full of Mennonite soup for the bread,
prepared shouting sup up your dread
step it up stomp it up until I drop dead.