[a bad poem dedicated to my brother David]
a hundred birds
sittin' on a wire
God looks down
with his eyes of fire
he points a finger
he shouts, HEE HEE!
and blasts the birds
with murderous glee
ninety-nine birds
explode with a caw
the last bird laughs:
HAW HAW! HAW HAW!
now God, he frowns
he points anew
I'LL TURN THIS BIRD
INTO GODDAMN STEW!
God fires a bolt
it sears the sky
it hits the bird
square in the eye
the bird just laughs
absorbs the hit
HA HA, it shouts
YOUR AIM IS SHIT!
God's not happy
he's damn disturbed
the bird sits there
quite unperturbed
FUCK YOU, BIRDIE!
screams a pissed-off God
I'LL TREAT YOU LIKE
A LIGHTNING ROD!
good as his word
God blasts again
his unholy wrath
beyond our ken
he fires and fires
the lightning flies
and through it all
we hear God's cries
DAMN YOU, BIRDIE!
DAMN YOU TO HELL!
DAMN YOU 'CAUSE EACH HIT
MAKES YOU SWELL!
and true enough
the bird sucked in
the energy
God threw at him
and with each blast
his size increased
till he was bigger
than the biggest beast
each time he was hit
the bird would scoff
HA HA! HA HA!
YOUR TIMING'S OFF!
and to this day
the fight goes on
God and that bird
till the eschaton
_
Friday, May 13, 2005
Impervious Bird: a poem
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