by Alan S. Kleiman
In the days of Clytemnestra
The alphabet heard our prayers
And rejoiced
The elephant trees spread their wings
And flew to the hill top gardens
No one recalled longer days
Or cloudier skies
Than e
Gibberish
Raise your hand if you think I’m saying anything
Or if you think I have anything to say
Raise your hands if you believe in angels
Raise your fist
Black power spells ludicrous backwards
I’m a white guy he screamed out loud
I never killed no one
Until I met you
And danced through life
Like a five dollar bill.
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