Raise requiem
A body burns tonight
Exult your praises to the
Elixir of excuses
On this closed-door room
Stained glasses and stained vision
We’re spotless on the casket,
Pristine, the crust of only
Who used to be.
The primrose path of pollen
Catches in our lungs as we
March, bearing burdens on our backs –
And for what,
But whispers on the child’s lips or
More for the tub of kool aid
At our blistered feet.
Wash them and I’ll wash yours,
Waistcloths and Broadway
Can match by candlelight
Your sanctuary is forged on the
Pure mind of human organization
And security –
Practice is collateral
For all exiled to redemption or revolution
The psalm is poor poetry
In finery and print
And the dusky taste of night.
Dance, darlings, dance
(Cantante domino)
Swing fated poisons off of lips
And the sacrament will be complete,
(Jesu, Jesu – )
The reverence is touching and the
Inspiration that you flare amongst
The nations of your Christ are…
(sanctus requiem)
Only dreamscapes in highest reality
I enjoyed the show,
Bow yourselves out in chausable
(laus et Deus)
The Word of the Lord
(gratiae exsisto ut Deus)
deserves a round of applause
