RANSOM
('captive Israel')
It's not that I always see things rightly; I don't
always at all. It's more that my tired eyes are sure
of seeing that which is there not sure of being. I can
catch out the fakery in the middle of all. The guy
who tries sneaking the false image past me, propping
up the idol made of clay and claiming it as gold.
Let's have a heave and let it go. Break that
idol down. Like some 6th century idiot out
to worship a fire-demon, let's cut out those
graven images, those golden calves upon the
hill, that fire-throwing Sinai God
burning bushes for a thrill.
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