for G. A. (1880–1918)
NO.I
This angel is wearing a
Crash helmet His teeth
Are bared but he is not
Smiling No His gleaming teeth
Are red white and blue This angel
Is an American Yes
When he re-enters the atmosphere
You and I will crumble to ash and be
dispersed
Imperceptibly over the surface
Of the slowly-spinning globe which is
After all neither American nor
Un-American
NO. 2
It is time for the Others
To come up out of the earth the
Worms slugs and dark crawlers even
Ouroboros the perfect zero, encompassing
All of nothing within the closed circle
Of himself Dark ones
Are you ready to come and do battle
With these swords of light There is too much light
How it dazzles splinters pierces spits us Say it, the light
Has made us blind
NO. 3
He is still outsmarting them playing
Hide-and-go-seek (they think
He does not exist because
they Have not found him) Ha-ha
What is the cry of the abominable snowman
Ha-ha-ha He has invented
In the capacious interior of his enormous
Brain-case (larger
Than man’s) a cloak of invisibility and
Bear-tracks to lead us
Ha-ha up the mountain path
O beautiful secret beast
Your existence is an abomination because
You refuse to let us offend you
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