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'Lennon and Jesus' timothy r gates, 2/19/2009


Like
a warm gun
not i
that almost killed a
man
i,
the man,
killed.
Naked, in bed,
my Yoko and I
in white, privileged karma
would find its peace.
Jesus and me,
strolling the Garden,
the cool breeze
hugs our frames,
together we intone,
'All we are saying.....'
'Bleat' or 'omnivores?' timothy r gates, 2/19/2009

Bleat
replete
hung
Yom Kippur
Ramadan war,
inversionary vision,
without which
the people perish
Paschal refrain...
'trampling down death
by death'
the cry remains,
'how long, oh lord! How long!?!'
heaven needs little room
if only the saved go
if only the right walk its streets
if only the correct enter
bleat
repeat
speak
say, 'b-a-b-y!'
omnipresence?
Hell would fair well,
the not so well
to do will drink from this well.
Bleat
replete
sprung,
the good do die young.
omniscience?
The young die old
saviors entombed
saviors arise,
omnivores?
One and all,
we give
we take
we give.
Bleat.