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An Oriental
Tapestry
Burnt
Offerings
(In honor of Saint Francis of Assissi)
Good
morning Brother Microbus.
How are
your fumings today?
My
continually blackening lungs salute you.
I eagerly
kiss your exhaust pipe.
Good
morning and greetings to you Sister Garbage Heap.
How nice
it is to see you growing
from day to day.
My stomach
aches for your poisonous tidbits.
I hungrily
gnaw at your piling unrecyclables.
Oh, hearty
greetings and salutations dear Cousin Open Sewer.
How
absolutely flushed and muddy you look
this fine morning.
My innards
pine in an atavistic longing when I see you.
I joyously
drink in your miasmic splendor.
Well,
hello, hello there sweet Nephew Noise Pollution.
How nice
it is to bathe in your stereophonic secretions.
My brain
and thoughts resonate to your stuttered cadences.
I happily
sink into your ultra-tantric agitations.
Ah, good
day to you sweet Niece Donkey-dung.
How many
sidewalks did you cover this morning?
My skin
yearns for a vestment made of you.
I gently
caress the anus that gave you birth.
Greetings
there dear Uncle Rundown Building.
May you
forever represent the fate of this nation.
My body
hungers to walk in your hollowed footsteps.
I mate
with my whore in the acrid privacy
of your bosom.
Oh,
sincere salutations to you lovely Aunt Upper-Class Landholdings.
May you
forever mimic the growth of your dear old husband.
My foot
longs to walk along your verdant pathways.
I bid all
my beloveds adieu, as I leave them and you,
and walk away.
(I shan’t return).
Oh,
greetings, greetings and more greetings dear Father Crumbling Mount.
How many
unfortunate rocks have you shed this morning?
My right
hand itches to massage your denuded soul.
I
lustfully lick your exposed rotten core.
Hi there
gorgeous Mother Imploding City.
Oh, how
absolutely uninspiring you look this morning.
My
everything thirsts for a bit of hope
still
somehow buried
in your loins.
I
despairingly light a soul-made candle at your crowded altar.
And I
wonder, I really do wonder,
Mother,
Mother –
what sort
of o b s c e n e
mass
is taking
place at your
crowded
alter
?
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