Damien

Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the

night. He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite

(with lasers!) . With every nail he hammered came the

rush of flying hands. They pasted flyers and planted

flags and we watched him hover higher? higher. Cruifix

and lyrics. Holy holy sensurround? Lord, he never touched

the ground. From state to state he wandered. He could

have been the boy next door. You could feel the patriotic

roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence. He

took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth.

Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot

bibles. And the buses ran on time. Slaves of Kali Hari-

karied on bayonets in poison ivy. We raised the torch of

freedom. Can you see? Can you see? This is for all the

girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed

and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers,

sheilas, feelers, squealers, come? watch me fall, watch

me drown? I'm kneeling in your mirror. See me cower in

the corner of your room. Watch me desecrate the contents

of your tomb.