ORACLE
FOR MIKE, RYAN, COURTNEY AND SEVERAL OTHER PROPHETS
Behold
We are surely in the last days
Your mirrors have visions
And midgets dream dreams
Behold
This is the time of miracles
And I see everything burnt to ashes
By flames
From heaven
And the brightest burnings of
The groins
And the groaning of the
Deepest longing of our loins
Jabob’s Ladder
Lust and love ascending
And ascending to the New Jerusalem
Behold
Where once ritz and saltine crackers
Rose up from the primordial ooze of
Mason-dixon and with hillbilly precision
Strung up Negroes in trees
Like ebony and chocolate drop
Ornaments
Like bleeding tensils
Behold now
In those same places
White women lay down
And give birth to black babies
And this
This is a miracle
Of the new age
Behold
Where once men took up guns
And blew each other away in Christ’s name
Now with a fleshly gun
And all new blowing
Maybe they may use the same name
To love
And still
Where the prophet speaks in truth and love
A hundred wolves run up to tear his throat out
Peace wolves
You never had a chance
Lie down
Here comes the lion
Here comes the Land
Behold
Spears into plowshares
Guns into romance
Kisses into bed
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