Amid the Minotaurs
We are all god’s children
some more than others
(beneath the purple tree
rots poisonous mangoes
)
death to the dream world
a hard rain will fall
(amid the minotaurs
sadness
amid the sadness
a bird)
who are you
bear bryant
to call a spade
a spade
(your iconoclastic basement
traps the vapor
of my mind)
your wish is galactic
your words are shampoo
the grey sun will die
and in the morning
bear bryant
hyacinth raise the dead
all along les planches
the angry ocean
plays witness
there is no subtlety in death
like a hurricane
like farrakhan
what washes us clean
ends us bear bryant
twenty-eight days
from tennessee
- the junction boys, 1/26/83
