p whalen

by natrium

Posted to What Are You Reading? on 2002-11-12 23:48:00

Gods demand a great deal. This coming war
Nothing will be saved; they claim
It will rid the earth of human wickedness…

Nevetheless when we are vaporized
To descend as rain across strange countries
That we will never see
The roses will grow human ears for petals
To hear the savoy cabbages philosophize.

-excerpt from Whalen’s “The Slop Barrel”

found it enjoyable, just thought i would share