Thanksgiving Orison 2004

by mark worden

Thank you for this turkey, Lord,
(but not the DES ¹)
And thanks for spuds and cranberries,
for unpolluted watercress.

Thanks for solar energy,
(please shrink the ozone hole),
And slow down Global Warming,
And save the old South Pole.

Root out biohazards, Lord,
Make bad germs go away.
Help us privatize the aquifers,
Make mother Nature pay.

Oh, secure for us our Homeland
and our SUV's share of gas
and chastise the godless liberals
(God bless the oily Upper Class).

Smite thee down our enemies,
we supplicate and pray,
And save us also from our Friends
on this Thanksgiving day.

Lest we sound like utter ingrates
--all fears and tears and qualms--
We thank thee for the hip hop beat²
To which we phrase these psalms.

On this Thanksgiving day, oh lord,
As we Thy name invoke,
We pray that all carcinogens
Will vanish into smoke.

¹ Diethylstilbestrol : a carcinogenic hormone once widely use in poultry feed
² Originally "hard rock beat"


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Halloween Decisions

Ogden Nashish
from blog comment

Hardcore porn or candy corn?
I'm sorry but
I'd choose the smut.
--Elena

Dulce

Sweet it is

um....

Rough Beasts Slouching

The Second Coming
-- W. B. Yeats


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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The Second Coming Indeed:: Antennae or false alarm? (See Old Ez Pound)