>>Dennis M. Hammes wrote on 5/23/07 5:00 AM:
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> bomb", and did it with a sense of humor, even:
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> Bomb
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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 BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
> 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
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> -Gregory Corso
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