John Berryman
Dream Song 47: April Fool's Day, or, St Mary of Egypt
__________________
 Thass a funny dream, Mr Bones—
When you looked down & saw your feet
Sweet toesies on the threshold
Considering your broad shoulders—
And all those thousands who have them—
All of you mimed & maled so supple
_______________
Seeing your feet, in a visit, side by side—
Pausing on the sill of The Tomb, shrinking:
“No. They are not worthy.”
Fondled by many and prayed to—
Your Crucified nude body hanging there
Plucky followers from outta the suburbs
________________
To dare kiss it in broad daylight—
The thing that makes them fall prone
The profane traffic gridlock
The rush-hour of the godz—
You let them worship you obscenely
And God has never visited here
__________________
 Thass a funny dream, Mr Bones—
When you looked down & saw your feet
Sweet toesies on the threshold
Considering your broad shoulders—
And all those thousands who have them—
All of you mimed & maled so supple
_______________
Seeing your feet, in a visit, side by side—
Pausing on the sill of The Tomb, shrinking:
“No. They are not worthy.”
Fondled by many and prayed to—
Your Crucified nude body hanging there
Plucky followers from outta the suburbs
________________
To dare kiss it in broad daylight—
The thing that makes them fall prone
The profane traffic gridlock
The rush-hour of the godz—
You let them worship you obscenely
And God has never visited here
No comments:
Post a Comment