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Pierre Imhasly

From peak to peak
above the neutral cow pastures
rings out the call to prayer

Here on this pasture a golden calf
With its beloved profitamother and dearly beloved double
     indemnity
Ave profitamother      ave profitamother     ave profitamother
     ave
And the most dearly beloved Herr Capital-Coefficient
protect and preserve all that is ours in this pasture

May our local Death Boredom grant it and Saint
     Death To Others
May Saint Death to Others console us
with arms racketeering on current account
May Death Boredom grant it and Saint Monetary Parity
may Death by Installments grant it
and Saint SDOD*
and all anti-aircraft artillery and firing ranges
of Saint Quick Death to all
May Saint Numbered Account grant it and Saint Stupidity
May they grant this and that
thus and thus

che vadano farsi benedire tutti quanti
     or
sub specie aeternitatis
the devil dumping
filthy lucre on the same old pile

What does your pain have to say about that
Pope & anti-Pope

testiculos habent
et bene pendentes

Yet it is to be hoped
no Kamasutra
will ever again stir up lust
in the emptied ox-butts
since from archives gutted by fire
ajaxclear as if invisible
Hitler´s women
     then was he/wasn´t he
polished mummy bones          scoured
whiter than white
newly gleaming

what shall we do
with the drunken soldiers
or

the devil dumping
filthy lucre on the same pile
or


overkilling
intra muros

Let them mount
to heaven
alone
facing backwards
with crooked swords
on wooden
dynamited hobby horses
middle-men and advocates
of a tabula rasa

Let them for mercy´s sake
leave us in peace
out of it
alone
with the inner logic
of black shawls
we who have got over it
Siguiriyas
con arte y duende
don´t need the crippling foxtrot
of their eccentric intercession

Spare us please on the day of reckoning
your preheated consumer graves
build your cheery cemeteries
in the disparate sign of Carayas
eat your fill of fodder
as long as it´s raining chicken feed
stop taking shelter

*

spick and span
behind the nutritional edemas
of the third world


Arabic sheiks
Use Arabic numerals
in plain English:
They´ve got you praying again

Yet no Kamasutra
will ever again stir up lust
in your dangling dollar bags
The full trough
in deep freeze
pious fetish
at times
of hierarchical righteousness
offside behind and      in the corner

In a decline
the fence and steal and burgle business
with the souvenir Son of Man
and that wasn´t all

And that wasn´t all
candied thomist cathedrals
were knocked down to the highest bidder
on synodic orders
and that wasn´t all old wine
in new Plexiglas

*

Plastic ex votos
of Aristotle´s epigones
no longer wanted by anyone
forced sale at auction
holy water oral images malocchio

And that wasn´t all
Couple your mercy with an anti-tank gun
while there is still time
just give us will you
forfait
for a few days
please don´t announce in advance
when you´ll turn out the light
for the night of the long scythes

Stay near to those
who know nothing
of your witch trials
serve up in golden bowls
the hors-d´oeuvre of time´s end
brush crocodile tears
from choleric cheeks
into the dished-out ostracism
of your assembled entourage

a toute volee
spit the great NADA
of your estate
into the labyrinthine ear

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