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 the 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
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into
The nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks
Of despair
We got our final vision
By clap
Columbus groin got
Filled with green death
(i touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
Doors, The
To propagate our lust for life
Flee the swarming wisdom
Of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
With the divine mockery
Of words
Music inflames temperament
(when the true king's murderers
Are allowed to roam free
A 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
We are promised
Where is the wine
The new wine
(dying on the vine)