NEW SCRIPTURES
I don't want to break my elbow lifting beers, nor
do I wish to spend seventy good hours raking
and bagging leaves. These things I will leave to
others as they are not my concern. I am torching
new paper, printing new money, I am writing a new
scripture, for you. That means, I'd admit, you all -
were I from the American south, it would sound
better, that 'you all' stuff. My pencil is an eagle's
quill; I'll let it be at that.
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This radio plays things all in reverse, the smokestacks
are drawing their smokes back in, and Isaiah is taking
back all his words. I am seemingly left here with
nothing at all : carabinieri are staring at me alone.
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I don't wish to miscarriage justice, nor kiss the
back end of a queen - but I will stand here now
forever. Making sure these words can get across,
making sure I say it all, and making sure that
everyone - even Aleck himself - listens.
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