They're pseudo-punks, they're really soft, you said.
I smiled.
So?
One called gentle years ago,
Meek and mild - soft ... Is it
Soft
To break the Sabbath Laws
The Laws of Sanctity
To eat with unclean hands
To mix with whores
And in a rage
Sweep the money-changers from the Temple
Stampede out the sacrificial bull-calves
Pigeons, sheep
(Does God want their blood?)
Lay one's hands on lepers
Have nowhere to lay one's head
Be on the road ...
Be broken by the hard men
(Broken? Hard?
Is there softer than uniform-stuffing?
Harder than alone?)
Be broken
Dying, dead
Be refuse
But REFUSING to be -
Hard, hard and wild he rose again!
Oh, our Western Christ!
We know no tether
Know no longing to hack free
Fly off, rather
Clutch
As the mind whirls faster, faster
Admire
Teeth of the dog
The tree, stance, grin
Toes built-upon-rock
Snarl laugh glory of
Won't-give-in!
Too hard, too soft
Too fat, too thin -
Two gin-and-tonics please -
Just skin and spirit -
Tease -
Too fat and homely -
Please - here's the bin
In the 1890s
Children dropped quaint little curtseys or tugged at curly
locks
As ladies passed: you would
Have curtsied too, and I -
I would have bowed, keeping the vibes good.
