CHRISTAIN SOLDIERS
(a take on William Burroughs)
You're going to join in that legation and march your
way to Hell, captured with Turks and Moguls who
will never give up nor lend their name to fame. Needles
in the forearm or high up on the thighs. Words that
slant like mysterious Chinese eyes. William Burroughs
and Charlie Chan, bundled together for steerage in
the filthy package hold of some piratized freighter.
Ocean water turning to steam and blood as the journey
nears its way to Hell - the wails and cry of sirens
were nothing at all compared to the screams of the
dead and dying. Odysseus, and all the rest of those
famous crapheads telling their tales; wine-dark sea,
nothing at all. So many others have tried twists on
this story. Sea-change, sex-change, red lips, hoary
hips, the pistol freak with the golden teeth. I know
the resurrected story as it was told from atop
the mount : 'You've got to believe in something,
God-damn it, and it doesn't matter what it is.'
Now, only now, years later, the gentle lamb
has snuggled in for a long eternity's sleep.
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