Three sunset eyes on a white plate
Almanac the day and date.
One for you and two for me:
House, time, and trinity.
Though history pull religion’s leg
Here’s one more day we will not beg
In the Eurasian garbage can.
I fill my plate and am a man.
The western legend, eye to eye
With its native calory,
Certifies us man and wife
In an advertised way of life.
When in time the children come
Soldiers need not give them gum.
They shall have chocolate before
We vote to send them off to war.
Their faces shall be spread with jam
Long before the spastic slam
Of metabolic bullets drips
Raspberry blood across their lips.
And Mississippis of their bread
Wash down the Jordans of the dead
When mad-dogs in the mid-day sun
Eat the dead American.
Chaplains wearing bars of gold
I write to you: tales have been told
Of mystic globes through which we sight
The heavens of the recondite:
I look through these three eyes and see
The protein of eternity.
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