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An American Prayer


Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom
Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying .

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine
and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life

Our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap

Columbus' groin got
filled with green death
(I touched her thigh
and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
To propogate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With divine mockery
of words

MORRISON