Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
My Christian heritage speaks up,<br />
Reminds me that all flesh is grass,<br />
That my flesh is ashes and dust,<br />
That rich men can’t pass the strait gate,<br />
The pure shall inherit the earth<br />
That creation shall end in flame.<br />
Then I’m repelled by the whole, sick mess.<br />
I’m repelled by the crucified Christ,<br />
By Margery Kempe howling dog-like<br />
For potent males she takes to be God,<br />
Repelled by the sex-damned stench of priests,<br />
By the leavings of protestant cant,<br />
And by this lust for Armageddon.<br />
Repelled by this student’s fox-like face<br />
And his taking the rumple of sex<br />
Pressing on it the clean folds of death,<br />
By his taking the mess of the world<br />
And imposing a microchip life<br />
Because he thinks the silence of God<br />
Awaits his particular advent.<br />
And I’m repelled that his eyes won’t meet mine,<br />
By the fact he prefers violence to sex,<br />
By the fact when he tells me he would kill<br />
The whole world to see his dream he smiles<br />
And by the fact that at heart he loves death.<br />
In the forests of the night<br />
What beast is born? what beast is born?<br />
What long awaited child of light<br />
Awaits the thorn? Awaits the thorn?<br />
In the depths of the human soul<br />
What beast is born? what beast is born.<br />
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