gods, strange gods

by Ambon Pereira

Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-05 08:22:00

Parent message is 462403
Lawrence “I am that I am” yes certainly,
I remember him also, Moses,
as if a change of name and face and setting
could have fooled me? we are what we dream we
remember, Moshe,

walking to forget because
what else
we might imagine
if the door opens and we
shuffle-out of our cell,

who knows, might we catch a glimpse
of Canaan? or is it Ireland we’d behold,
or perhaps America, as it was promised
unto Adam:

the land of slaughter,
Mammoths
Manhattans
and the Great White Moon,
whom we’d happily harpoon:

(tangled among branches
the rebellious son
swings wildly at shadows
amongst thorns, America
thus crowned

in the house of Jupiter
in the ascendancy of
disaster.)