now is day 3--resurrection/insurrection (for L.Cohen)
the various undeterred arise, throwing aside shrouds of despair; clutching books and turquoise knives, they slip into the stinking City./oh soldiers of Jehovah, sisters of the whores of Orlando: waves against the crumbling breakwaters  take up the pledge of lovingkindness, stab to death the greedy bastards./the past is tasting like tomorrow--sticky sweet with amaranth, passed from tongue to tongue to heart, reshaping bitter thoughts into victory./oh poets of Golgotha, songbirds on a throbbing wire: teach the children ways to nurture, wean them from electric death./the ancient tombs of suburbia cast out the reawakened goblins dressed in worn-through denim, howling out the full moon hymns./ and She rises big-bellied; and we bow in humble wonder; and the blood flows just like Always; and the old ways sweep out the debris. namaste,goldenrod