Coincidance - Principia Discordia

30 COINCIDANCE
In my green and bleeding soul
I have sung half a century away
In laughter and in scorn
The flesh and blood of werewolf Time
Every twilight as the shadows fall, I ask:
How many missiles are aimed at Moscow?
At New York and London? At Paris and Rome?
At the naked skin of God?
In my high and mountain skull
I have mocked half a century away
In measure and in fact:
The line and square of werewolf Space
One dizzy moment above the Liffey I forget, I ask:
Is this O'Connell Bridge or Butt Bridge?
Am I on the Ha'penny Bridge perhaps?
Is this another endless werewolf bridge?
Until defiance builds of its own ruin
A truth more brave than the truth of death
My werewolf heart shall rage against
Both werewolf God and werewolf Man
Until terror builds of its own heat
A myth more green than the myth of life—
But my werewolf heart is pierced at last
By the silver bullet of the Lady's gaze
My werewolf self is atom-bombed
By the golden sunrise of the Lady's smile:
I am the Beast the Lady rides,
I am the stars within Her hair.