"epitath" poems
Bull Connor,
like the Dutch Boy from Haarlem,
put his finger in a hole
to plug a burgeoning leak.
But Bull Connor,
unlike the boy from Haarlem,
did not foresee
the raging torrents of history,
smashing against
the crumbling walls
of the porous ****
he sought to buttress.
His decadent heroism
held no moral authority
to sustain
his ungodly labors.
His savage dogs,
hungry for meat,
bent on aggression
for a twisted masters bidding
were devoured
by the teeth
of a movement
hungry for justice.
His water cannons,
tiny water pistols,
******
into the mighty squalls
of a raging hurricane
that blew the stinking *****
back onto his face.
The weight of history
moves with the just.
Untruth,
arch rival of justice,
is blown away,
like an expired candle
snuffed out,
blessedly extinguished
from the first breath
of a glorious new day.
Bull Connor
doesn’t rest in peace.
He stands on
the other side of the river.
He is the rich man
driven by
insane thirst
begging for water
from a comforted
Lazarus,
now secure
in the *****
of Abraham.
Bull Connor
looks across
the chasm of fire
he knows
he'll never bridge.
Medgar Evers
and MLK Jr.
stand as keepers,
collecting tolls
for a heavenly passage
from the wages he earned
for his earthly work.
A forlorn
Bull Connor
forever searches
deep empty pockets
for fare
as Martin
and Medgar
patiently wait
with outstretched palms.
Music Selection:
The Soul Stirrers,
Jesus Gave Me Water
MLK Jr. Day
1/20/86
NYC
jbm
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
Strike the match
Write it as my epitath
dance in heaven
and never come back
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
I made a star
I made it alive
he is everywhere you are
You cannot die
As I know
death is an illusion
You have one soul
You dance on the ocean
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
Join the circle
Come get it out
Pay your homage
To the one all about
As I see
Through the darkness
and sail on the sea
With his tender caress
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The beautiful creatures
With the beautiful features
Who've been condemned and used
Since of the beginning of the ruse
Oh star child
You who run wild
come dance awhile
with me and everyone
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The sound of the owl
The glistening of the star sky
The sensual world and its howl
With my dog mask I howl for you
As I view
The girls dancing
Around the fire
Filled with desire
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
I survived the broken heart just fine.
It was the collateral damage to my mind that killed me.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
It's a.
Cold hard.
World out there.
Kiddies.
Stay safe won't you.
Stay sane must you.
Stay normal lest you stand out.
And become.
Destroyed.
Oh kiddies.
I know.
For I'm as cold as frozen nitrogen.
Hard as an isolated diamond.
Looking for my rough.
And it's always a sob story they're singing.
Always a love song they're writing.
And there's no better torch song than an epitath.
Gone.
Too.
Soon
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC