they say never trust
a Secular Humanist
who professes no allegiance
to a religion or a nation,
who seems little more than an
undocumented alien
rapping a strange mix
of apoplectic adoration
on street corners, or else
on street corners, or else
spray-painting eco-friendly sci-fi
superheros known as
ex-men on the chapel ceilings—
ex-men on the chapel ceilings—
mutant power: bootstrapping
spirituality—abracadabra,
kingdom-phylum into
genus-species, thumbs and fingers
into the shape of a W
and used as an implement
for digging up the patterns
for digging up the patterns
in our fetid dumpsters of statistics
in order to make lurid
apocalypse art, using
all the smuggest numbers
and most disobedient words.
apocalypse art, using
all the smuggest numbers
and most disobedient words.
