(S) Being a good people, if we were wrong, we would change.
(S) We would not change.
Without passion, no reason.
Without mind, no body.
Without body, your soul.
Without point, our purpose.
There must be an extraordinary.
There are contradictions.
A dog's skull is slightly thicker than our own.
We will have coffee, and, after breakfast, a short walk.
We will wear shaggy coats and carry sidearms. There will be a game of chance. We will lose. We will win. We will ascend to the throne and make apple fritters drenched in warm syrup.
We will find pockets of peat and hot cross buns.
If you have no daughters, marry your sons.
Oh, what lidless day, when they took my baby away.
I do not intend to hurt anyone.
I did not intend to hurt anyone.
O Jerusalem, we gutless few delighting
sobre tierra de libres
what you would see if you were not
drown'd in sound and sight
wooly-headed as a chrysanthemum
literal as the lamb.
What we could do as one in two,
our prayers made hand-in-hand
you are my voodoo chile
my voodoo chile
Were pity pure birthright
and charity simplicity;
Were babies born not guilty
and ladies told the truth
were human nature natural
were people made of popsicles,
accliving the summer sun
were lidless pearls more decorous,
and all our battles won
were these the these which would us please
there'd be no need for Americans
for heart would will what it would want
and all of art be
Copyright © 2010 by Vanessa Place. Used with permission of the author.
Vanessa Place's books of poetry and conceptual writing include Dies: A Sentence (Les Figues, 2006), a 50,000-word, one-sentence novel in verse.
Date Published: 2010-12-10
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/psalm-5