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Budger of history   Brake of time   You   Bomb
 Toy of universe   Grandest of all snatched sky   I cannot hate you
 Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt   the jawbone of an ass
  The bumpy club of One Million B.C.   the mace   the flail  the axe
  Catapult Da Vinci   tomahawk Cochise   flintlock Kidd   dagger Rathbone
 Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine   Pushkin   Dillinger   Bogart
And hath not St. Michael a burning sword   St. George a lance   David a sling
Bomb   you are as cruel as man makes you   and you're no crueller than cancer
 All Man hates you   they'd rather die by car-crash   lightning   drowning
Falling off a roof   electric-chair  heart-attack   old age   old age   O Bomb
  They'd rather die by anything but you   Death's finger is free-lance
 Not up to man whether you boom or not   Death has long since distributed its
 categorical blue   I sing thee Bomb   Death's extravagance   Death's jubilee
  Gem of Death's supremest blue   The flyer will crash   his death will differ
 with the climbor who'll fall   to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork
Some die by swamp   some by sea  and some by the bushy-haired man in the night
  O there are deaths like witches of Arc   Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff
 No-feeling deaths like birth-death   sadless deaths like old pain Bowery
 Abandoned deaths   like Capital Punishment   stately deaths like senators
  And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx   girls on Vogue covers   my own
  I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is   I can only imagine
 Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview   I scope
 a city   New York City   streaming   starkeyed   subway shelter
 Scores and scores   A fumble of humanity   High heels bend
 Hats whelming away   Youth forgetting their combs
 Ladies not knowing what to do   with their shopping bags
 Unperturbed gum machines   Yet dangerous 3rd rail
 Ritz Brothers   from the Bronx   caught in the A train
 The smiling Schenley poster will always smile
  Impish death   Satyr Bomb   Bombdeath
  Turtles exploding over Istanbul
  The jaguar's flying foot
 soon to sink in arctic snow
  Penguins plunged against the Sphinx
 The top of the Empire state
 arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily
  Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens
  St. Sophia peeling over Sudan
  O athletic Death   Sportive Bomb
  the temples of ancient times
  their grand ruin ceased
 Electrons   Protons   Neutrons
  gathering Hersperean hair
 walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady
 joining marble helmsmen
  entering the final ampitheater
  with a hymnody feeling of all Troys
 heralding cypressean torches
  racing plumes and banners
  and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace
  Lo the visiting team of Present
  the home team of Past
  Lyre and tube together joined
  Hark the hotdog soda olive grape
 gala galaxy robed and uniformed
 commissary   O the happy stands
 Ethereal root and cheer and boo
  The billioned all-time attendance
 The Zeusian pandemonium
 Hermes racing Owens
 The Spitball of Buddha
 Christ striking out
  Luther stealing third
 Planeterium Death   Hosannah Bomb
  Gush the final rose   O Spring Bomb
  Come with thy gown of dynamite green
  unmenace Nature's inviolate eye
  Before you the wimpled Past
  behind you the hallooing Future   O Bomb
 Bound in the grassy clarion air
  like the fox of the tally-ho
 thy field the universe thy hedge the geo
  Leap Bomb   bound Bomb   frolic zig and zag
 The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag
 Stick angels on your jubilee feet
 wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat
  You are due and behold you are due
  and the heavens are with you
  hosanna incalescent glorious liaison
  BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM
 Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace
  spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep
  set forth awful agenda
 Carrion stars   charnel planets   carcass elements
  Corpse the universe   tee-hee finger-in-the-mouth hop
  over its long long dead Nor
 From thy nimbled matted spastic eye
 exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls
 From thy appellational womb
  spew birth-gusts of of great worms
 Rip open your belly Bomb
  from your belly outflock vulturic salutations
  Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps
  along the brink of Paradise
  O Bomb   O final Pied Piper
 both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz
 God abandoned mock-nude
  beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse
 He cannot hear thy flute's
 happy-the-day profanations
  He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear
 His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax
 Clogged clarions untrumpet Him
 Sealed angels unsing Him
 A thunderless God   A dead God
  O Bomb   thy BOOM His tomb
  That I lean forward on a desk of science
 an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose
  half-smart about wars   bombs   especially bombs
 That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love
 That I can't exist in a world that consents
 a child in a park   a man dying in an electric-chair
 That I am able to laugh at all things
 all that I know and do not know   thus to conceal my pain
 That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man
  knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men
 and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship
  That I am manifold
  a man pursuing the big lies of gold
 or a poet roaming in bright ashes
 or that which I imagine myself to be
 a shark-toothed sleep   a man-eater of dreams
  I need not then be all-smart about bombs
 Happily so   for if I felt bombs were caterpillars
  I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies
  There is a hell for bombs
 They're there   I see them there
  They sit in bits and sing songs
 mostly German songs
 And two very long American songs
 and they wish there were more songs
  especially Russian and Chinese songs
 and some more very long American songs
 Poor little Bomb that'll never be
  an Eskimo song   I love thee
 I want to put a lollipop
 in thy furcal mouth
  A wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean
 and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel
 along the Hollywoodian screen
 O Bomb in which all lovely things
  moral and physical anxiously participate
 O fairylike plucked from the
 grandest universe tree
 O piece of heaven which gives
  both mountain and anthill a sun
 I am standing before your fantastic lily door
 I bring you Midgardian roses   Arcadian musk
  Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven
  Welcome me   fear not thy opened door
  nor thy cold ghost's grey memory
  nor the pimps of indefinite weather
  their cruel terrestial thaw
 Oppenheimer is seated
  in the dark pocket of Light
 Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique
  Einstein his mythmouth
  a barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head
  Let me in   Bomb   rise from that pregnant-rat corner
 nor fear the raised-broom nations of the world
  O Bomb I love you
  I want to kiss your clank   eat your boom
 You are a paean   an acme of scream
 a lyric hat of Mister Thunder
 O resound thy tanky knees
 BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns
 BOOM BOOM ye moons   ye stars BOOM
  nights ye BOOM   ye days ye BOOM
  BOOM BOOM ye winds   ye clouds ye rains
 go BANG ye lakes   ye oceans BING
  Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM
  Ubangi BOOM   orangutang
  BING BANG BONG BOOM   bee bear baboon
 ye BANG ye BONG ye BING
  the tail the fin the wing
  Yes   Yes   into our midst a bomb will fall
  Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching
 Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind
 Pinkbombs will blossom   Elkbombs will perk their ears
  Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look
  Yet   not enough to say a bomb will fall
 or even contend celestial fire goes out
 Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb
  that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born
 magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine   all beautiful
  and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires
  fierce with moustaches of gold

© Gregory Corso