POEM #2: Early Days in the Radical Kingdom
(a new version of psalm 2)
Why do the masses riot
And bands of people murmur within themselves
Grass-like wisps of nothing?
The kings of Earth wall themselves around us
And rulers put their heads together
Against Yah and against his messiah:
Let's tear their reins apart!
Let's toss away the tangles of their braided cords!
He who dwells in the skies shall laugh
Yah will mimic the emptiness of their voices
Then make their hearts gush
With an incandescent sequence of words: