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: