<\/p>\n
1. Famine devastated Israel\u2014
\ndespite the Peace, Order, and Good Government
\nthe Judges had conjured up.<\/p>\n
2. (Famine is a sanitizing sewer:
\nIt\u2019s as scouring as a waterfall,
\nbut as scourging as poison gas.
\nUseless is Hunger.)<\/p>\n
3. So, some somebody of Bethlehem
\nexited, with his helpmate and two boys,
\nseeking the greenery and Fertility of Mob\u2014
\nthat sugary geography,
\nyielding white honey, white milk, white wine.<\/p>\n
4. This sojourner (pilgrim) was Miles;
\nhis wife, Naomi;
\nand their sons were Mileage and Chili.
\nThis petite tribe put down stakes in Mob,
\nhoping, \u201cGrass, ruminated over,
\nalways wells up milk and\/or honey.\u201d<\/p>\n
5. But, evilly, Miles dropped dead.
\n(Dude was an ephemeral patriarch,
\na vaporous archetype.)
\nNaomi was suddenly a single mom
\nto two restless, healthy swains.<\/p>\n
6. Once big, Mileage wed Oprah
\nand Chili took Ruth.
\nThey loved happily\u2014a decade\u2014in Mob.<\/p>\n
7. Then, sorry news ancora:
\nMileage and Chili expired.
\nNaomi was now a childless widow.<\/p>\n
8. Three hubbies had proven as short-lived
\nas dethroned dictators.
\nAll gone into graves as hollow as sepulchres.<\/p>\n
9. Their corpses were blackened,
\nacrid like night,
\nstaring down Sahara sands.<\/p>\n
10. Naomi felt she was like a paintbrush\u2014
\nsplayed, frayed, splintering:
\nReady to be trashed.<\/p>\n
11. Time to quit the posthumous barbed-wire,
\nthe thorny thickets:
\nA threesome of dead gents had turned pastures
\ninto brambled graveyards.
\nZephyrs had gone noxious
\nas bellies had gone nauseous.<\/p>\n
12. Naomi told her widowed daughters-in-law\u2014
\nOprah and Ruth\u2014
\nshe\u2019d quit Mob and go to Israel,
\nand line up for the homeless dole\u2014
\ndaily dollop\u2014
\nof manna.<\/p>\n
13. The three widows\u2014kin by marriage,
\nbut not by blood\u2014
\norganized Naomi\u2019s travel (back) to Israel.<\/p>\n
14. Next, Naomi advised Oprah and Ruth,
\n\u201cEach of yas now return to thy mamas,
\nwho ought ta be gracious to yas,
\nfor having husbanded our dead.<\/p>\n
15. \u201cMay yas both be welcomed
\nby your dead mammies\u2019 fam-lees.\u201d
\nShe kissed em both, to say
\n\u201cFare-thee-well.\u201d<\/p>\n
16. Naomi meant to drag em down
\nby their eyes\u2014
\nthese hardship blondes;
\nthese hard-done-by,
\nhard-lookin bimbos.<\/p>\n
17. Ruth and Oprah wept.
\nThey protested:
\n\u201cWe wanna stay by you!\u201d
\n
\n
\n18. Naomi nodded No:
\n\u201cLookit: I got no more sons in my womb.
\nZilch! I can\u2019t give you more husbands\u2014
\nguys to care tenderly for you.<\/p>\n
19. \u201cLeave now, beloved sisters of Grief,
\nO sad-eyed daughters of Despair!
\nI say again: I\u2019m too old to remarry.
\nI\u2019m too old to breed anew;
\ntoo old to suckle babes.
\nI can give you no more husbands!<\/p>\n
20. \u201cBesides, even if I could, via God,
\nfind my womb wet, my tits wet,
\nand I could conceive, birth, and suckle twins
\n(like the wolf did Romulus and Remus),
\nhow could ya both tarry with me,
\nplaying kiddy games with my boys,
\ntil they were old enough to know themselves men
\n(say, by age 16),
\nwith desire to wed, bed, and breed
\n(not necessarily in that order),
\nand then pray successfully
\nthat they\u2019d choose ya both as brides\u2014
\nMILFs\uf02a\u2014
\nand not next-door, snotty, precocious teen tarts?\u201d<\/p>\n
21. Oprah and Ruth wept a deluge now.
\n(But Naomi speaketh simple truth, Ruth.\uf02a)<\/p>\n
22. Quickly, Oprah packed a knapsack
\nto quit the sterile widow,
\nsnatch up a sugar daddy somewhere:
\nShe was still nubile, fuckable.
\nWhy go hungry?
\nWhy be lonesome?<\/p>\n
23. She sang: \u201cI\u2019s gone.\u201d
\nHer tone was horse-ass-high, horse-head-haughty.
\nSo went the down-n-dirty hotty,
\nswishin her bustled bum-bum,
\nher tight-ass bum-bum.<\/p>\n
24. But Ruth clutched Naomi tighter.<\/p>\n
25. Naomi shoved Ruth off\u2014
\nheld her at arm\u2019s length,
\nsaid, \u201cTut, tut, dovey!
\nOprah\u2019s willing to own
\nher Destiny:
\nWhy doncha follow her?<\/p>\n
26. \u201cI\u2019m like a rainbow\u2014halved\u2014
\nlike assets in a divorce.
\nWorse: I got nothing!
\nI\u2019m zero in total,
\nin fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
27. Ruth negativized this summation:
\n\u201cWhatever you\u2019ll eat, I\u2019ll eat.
\nWherever you\u2019ll eat, I\u2019ll eat.
\nIf you starve, I starve.
\nWherever you\u2019ll sleep, I\u2019ll sleep.
\nIf you camp under trees,
\nand rain or dew needle thy face,
\nmy face will be just as wet.
\nThy God is now my God.<\/p>\n
28. \u201cWhere thou diest, Naomi,
\nthere diest I.
\nWhere thou art buried, or burnt,
\nor flung,
\nso must I be interred, or torched,
\nor hurled.\u201d<\/p>\n
29. Realizin that Ruth won\u2019t be shaken off,
\nNaomi quit agitatin for a solo sojourn.<\/p>\n
30. The pair trod desert to Bethlehem,
\nwhere, astonished were the citizenry,
\nasking,
\n\u201cArt thou truly Naomi\u2014
\nHusbandless, sonless, homeless, penniless?\u201d<\/p>\n
31. Naomi arrested such Denunciation,
\nsuch implicit Scorn,
\nby stressing that an evil, tireless wind,
\na tiresome wind,
\nhad blown down all her blessings.<\/p>\n
32. \u201cJeez,\u201d said Naomi:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t call me \u2018Naomi\u2019 evermore!
\nCall me Mara\u2014bitter\u2014
\nbecause the Lord hath crushed out
\nall my sweetness.<\/p>\n
33. \u201cI\u2019m the victim of a Conspiracy
\nas evil as a spider\u2019s\u2014
\nas diabolical as what entrapped Job.<\/p>\n
34. \u201cDay after day, no one sees the sun spying.
\nAnd the moon, rising in China,
\ndoesn\u2019t hear my Israeli sobs.<\/p>\n
35. \u201cI once had Plenitude\u2014
\nenough for an Eternity.
\nBut God\u2019s planed me down to Destitution,
\nand my double-lineage is dead\u2014
\nGenealogy buried under Geology:
\nMy sons are two headstones.
\nMy husband\u2019s but a third.\u201d<\/p>\n
36. This acrid homecoming occurred, ironically,
\nat harvest\u2014
\nfor barley from surrounding fields
\nwas being weighed and priced
\nand scooped for sale;
\nor it was being sacked and stored;
\nto be kept or bartered in Bethlehem.<\/p>\n
[Waterford (Ontario) 12 avril \/ Nisan
\n& Black Friday the 13th aprile mmxviii
\n& Buffalo (New York) Friday the 13th April mmxviii]<\/p>\n
\n
\nIV\u2014The Book of Ruth.<\/p>\n
1. Rambunctious emotions roiled
\nBoss\u2019s blood.
\nAs if sanctimonious, he\u2019d consult elders.<\/p>\n
2. He cat-whistled compiled the Kaffeeklatsch
\nof 10 oligarchs,
\nspat, \u201cSit yo brown duffs down!\u201d<\/p>\n
3. Boss brought up Naomi\u2019s current tender
\nof nice parcels of arable property,
\nthe profit intended to be her pension
\nand her daughter-in-law\u2019s support.<\/p>\n
4. Boss argued that to buy from Naomi,
\none must also buy from Ruth.<\/p>\n
5. \u201cY\u2019all gotta make the grand purchase,
\nfor Ruth, outta Mob, is wifed to our dead kin,
\nand his inheritance will be void, otherwise.
\nHow else to resuscitate his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
6. But Boss\u2019s kinsmen\u2014
\nthis petty bourgeoisie\u2014
\nwere let-downs:
\n\u201cNo can do.\u201d
\n\u201cAin\u2019t got the cash-on-hand!\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re NSF.\uf02a Thou art S.O.L.\u201d\uf02a
\n\u201cYou\u2019re solo, Padrino.\u201d<\/p>\n
7. (In these ancient times in Israel,
\nto affirm a pledge re: money matters,
\na man had to pluck off his shoe
\nand hand it to a neighbour.)<\/p>\n
8. Now the kinsmen\u2014not cash-rich enough
\nto do the doubled-up, real-estate deal,
\neach plucked off one shoe\u2014
\n(a motley mismatch of lefts, rights,
\nsandals, brogues, sneakers, flip-flops,
\nin leather or canvas\uf02a)\u2014
\nand planted it in a general pile,
\nall to affirm their collective view
\nthat Boss should outlay the cash
\nto the two widows,
\nto grow his plantation exponentially.<\/p>\n
9. They recognized that Boss\u2019 chess pieces,
\nso to speak,
\nwere bulls\u2014
\nnot mere horses, mere pawns.<\/p>\n
10. Boss assented:
\n\u201cY\u2019all now witness that I\u2019ll buy up
\nNaomi\u2019s lands.\u201d<\/p>\n
11. And he added (so slick):
\n\u201cBut not only am I collecting Ruth\u2019s share,
\nI\u2019m annexing her\u2014
\nMileage\u2019s widow\u2014
\nto wife me and so preserve
\nher dead husband\u2019s legacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
12. The kinsmen shouted, \u201cHurrah!
\n(The roar sounded like buzzing\u2014
\nall those huzzas.)<\/p>\n
13. \u201cWe\u2019re witnesses to this agreement.
\nMay Ruth be wholly beneficial for Israel
\nand become famous in Bethlehem.<\/p>\n
14. \u201cAnd let thy household multiply
\nlike the household of Parvez
\n(whom Tamar bore for Judah),
\nonce you breed Ruth,
\nfor she be a basket of seeds:
\nTo be pampered.\u201d<\/p>\n
15. (Here be the intersection of sex
\nand property interests.)<\/p>\n
16. So Boss took Ruth as his\u2014
\nhis sweet, comely, syrupy cuntella.
\nTo drape her snowy bust
\nwith gold necklaces.<\/p>\n
17. Their lovin occurred amid
\nan inferno of green\u2014
\na volcanic eruption
\nof green-sheathed ears of gold corn.<\/p>\n
18. (After the green bed of the fields,
\nthere were black fragrances of rum
\nand chocolate.)<\/p>\n
19. Each kiss was a guzzle\u2014
\na festive gulp\u2014of tongue.
\nTheir kisses were a happy guttling,
\nseemingly, of flesh.<\/p>\n
20. Ruth\u2019s knees stirrup\u2019d her hubby\u2019s thighs.
\nAs her belle-chose scaled up his beam,
\nthen plunged down,
\nrepetitively,
\nBoss feared his brain was truncated:
\nHe was so delirious due to that joint crotch
\nwhere Carnality fluxed, pulsed, throbbed.<\/p>\n
21. (Padrone\u2019s \u201cstable\u201d saw less [rough] usage:
\nRuth was pleased to feel her new hubby\u2019s snipe,
\nwiping, swabbing, to and fro in her honey.)<\/p>\n
22. And thus was Ruth\u2019s hungered cunny
\nnightly plungered and watered and refreshed,
\nso that soon flooded forth Boss\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
23. And all the women praised Naomi,
\ndeclaring, \u201cThe Lord hath blessed thee,
\nand now thou shalt have descendants.<\/p>\n
24. \u201cAnd Ruth\u2019s son will be as good to you
\nin sickness and in old age\u2014
\nas if you\u2019d borne the boy thyself.\u201d<\/p>\n
25. Her childless want now terminated,
\nNaomi saw her breasts suddenly enhanced,
\nmiraculously recharged, refloated,
\nbloated beautifully with milk,
\nand she suckled the newborn infant
\nso much she felt again like fucking
\nall the time, incessantly.<\/p>\n
26. Widowed kinsmen began to pay
\nNaomi visits, ringing her bell and bringing gold
\nor myrrh or pearls or handsome cuts of lamb.
\nNice was it to curl up with one of the fellas,
\nnow and then, with the lights out,
\nand Privacy and Discretion assured.<\/p>\n
27. As for the boy babe,
\nNaomi loved even his smelly blushing
\nwhen he made caca.<\/p>\n
28. And the neighbor women named the child,
\n\u201cObadiah Loving,\u201d
\nand they considered him Naomi\u2019s son,
\nwho\u2019d later father Jesse,
\nwho, in turn,
\nbegat David.<\/p>\n
[Halifax (Nova Scotia) 28-29 abril \/ Nisan mmxviii]<\/p>\n
\n
\nIII\u2014The Book of Ezra.<\/p>\n
1. Dawned the 7th month:
\nEx-Babylon, all Israelis were again urbanites,
\nand communally held cattle, mules,
\nall vital wares and tools,
\nand even the peculiar estates
\nkept up by singers, poets, and \u201clucky bastoods\u201d
\n(the dynamic detritus of scrota).
\nAll were ready now to crush rock
\nand dent stone.<\/p>\n
2. A crown is just a gutted hat, eh?
\nBut Jeshua got to sport one,
\nin tandem with Zero
\n(both blessed by a posse of priests),
\nby arranging for the ochre-coloured stones
\nto be employed in engineering God\u2019s Altar.<\/p>\n
3. (The sounds of the stones being trundled,
\ncut, rolled, pushed, and crowbarred or bashed
\ninto place,
\nexecuted a sort of sloppy be-bop.)<\/p>\n
4. Once the Altar was ready,
\nJews served up blackened meats\u2014
\neven birds\u2019 bitter, ground-down bones\u2014
\nto please God\u2019s nostrils
\nand keep His alliance versus the heathen tribes.<\/p>\n
5. Cleavers broached chickens\u2019 necks;
\nsteam squeaked and squealed outta kettles;
\nsneaky hammers slapped into calves\u2019 brains:
\nThus, the tabernacular feasts got kept\u2014
\nthe burnt offerings set out\u2014
\nmorning and night.<\/p>\n
6. Incessant were the dishes\u2014
\npresented on new moons and other holy days,
\namid the comic menstruation
\nof slain poultry, cattle,
\nin the dinning, braying, bleating, roaring Butchery.<\/p>\n
7. From Day 1 of the 7th month,
\nmeats got seared and scorched and charred\u2014
\nto induce God to respect Israelites\u2019 murmurs.
\nYet, the Temple was still more a blueprint
\nthan it was even a basement.<\/p>\n
8. Masons got handed coins; carpenters pawed cash;
\nthe proletariat got furnished hors\u2019doeuvres
\noff the snack trucks\u2014
\nwine, sandwiches, milk, honey, beer.
\nMeanwhile, Lebanon\u2019s cedars got lopped,
\nlogged, to be sculpted up in Jerusalem.<\/p>\n
9. One year after the return to Jerusalem\u2014
\ni.e., in the 3rd month of the 2nd year\u2014
\nJeshua and Zero appointed the Levites
\nto oversee construction
\nand the crafting,
\nthus directing the gallant, God-enchanted\u2014
\nnever famished workers\u2014
\nwhom, despite being so well-victual\u2019d,
\nstill let wine and beer leak down their throats
\nin unholy draughts\u2014
\nwithout ever letting up.<\/p>\n
10. The people\u2014priests, stone-cutters,
\naxe-men, carvers, blacksmiths, poets, vintners,
\nbutchers, cooks, bee-keepers, shepherds,
\nsingers, milkmaids, wet-nurses, medicine men,
\net cetera\u2014
\ntoiled\u2014
\nespecially those muscular, hefty, bearded,
\nbrawny, beefy, and virile\u2014
\nor Amazonian or Juno-like.
\nNowhere was any dishonourable sweat!<\/p>\n
11. The Temple foundation laid,
\npriests dressed up with trumpets;
\nthe Levites\u2019 fists bashed cymbals:
\nPaeans to God\u2014no caw-caw of blues\u2014
\nrose cantankerous, brash, into the air.<\/p>\n
12. Voices spurted, blurted, song\u2014
\nto appeal to God for constant Joy
\nand to ballyhoo the Temple construction.<\/p>\n
13. Seeing the new foundation dug and concretized,
\nthe elders, recalling the original Temple,
\nfelt Emotion well up in their throats
\nand spill from their eyes.<\/p>\n
14. Like two streams conjoining
\nin a slippery ditch,
\nweeping mixed with boomeranging shouts,
\nas Celebration reverberated\u2014
\nas if the Temple stones, set in place,
\nrepresented a cargo ferrying Rebellion\u2014
\na Lego-block Trojan Horse (so to speak)\u2014
\nnow canting against years of furious,
\nrapacious, cannibalistic, and dirty, filthy,
\nAssyrian-Babylonian Imperialism.<\/p>\n
[BDL\u2014Windsor Locks (Connecticut) 3 mars mmxviii]<\/p>\n
VIII\u2014The Book of Ezra.<\/p>\n
1. Paternity is a question of Maternity (always);
\nbut the following rabble accompanied me,
\nEzra, as we exited Babylon:<\/p>\n
2. 1,496 grumbling scoundrels\u2014
\nsome as cunning as butchers
\nor barbers\u2014
\nand all dudes\u2014as if ladies don\u2019t count.<\/p>\n
3. At that river that runs\u2014
\nlike a gilded ditch\u2014
\nto Agawa,
\nbirds blundered down from the thundering sky.<\/p>\n
4. I gathered the teachers, the poets:
\nI sent em to seek out Edouardo,
\nil duce of Casablanca,
\nto tell im to cull the best servants
\nand ship to Jerusalem to serve
\nat the Tempio.<\/p>\n
5. I wanted the Solomon, the Confucius,
\nthe Jefferson\u2014these types of thoughtful governors\u2014
\nas servants in the Tempio.
\nOmit any opioid-addled imbeciles!
\nMen of insight\u2014solely\u2014for the Ministry!
\nAbcedarians: Prosaic, sobre, sombre!
\nNo one cooking up greasy, sugary, fatty,
\ncheesy, salty, or buttery verses!
\nNo psychopaths or sycophants!<\/p>\n
6. Choice profs, designated by name.
\nMen of bons mots and bon sang.
\nGood breeding and good heads.
\nNo bastoods!<\/p>\n
7. By the River Agawa, I told all to fast.
\nWe should travel with God\u2019s Grace,
\navoid obstacles, hindrances,
\nand hazard no bellicose periplum.<\/p>\n
8. Perhaps I should\u2019ve hired on a few
\nof King Tax\u2019s troops as a Secret Service detail;
\nemployed a few guys as callous as are muscles.
\nBut I\u2019d said that God\u2019s Protection was enough
\n(\u201ca virtual bombshell gainst our enemies\u201d)\u2014
\nand I couldn\u2019t retract the sentiment.<\/p>\n
9. So, we prayed for God\u2019s Protection,
\nand we fasted.
\nI believe that God gave us His Assurance.
\nWe\u2019d not end up as caca\u2014
\nlike any spontaneously aborted fetus.
\nNor feed hungry bullets!
\nNor fall to insects matured to monsters.<\/p>\n
10. I selected 12 priests, 12 aides,
\nand weighed out pounds
\n(in \u00a3 sterling)
\nof copper, silver, gold\u2014
\nall to be poured into the Tempio\u2014
\nand gave the guys \u00a3650 of silver
\nand silverware,
\nplus \u00a3100 of copper
\nand \u00a3100 of gold.<\/p>\n
11. I added also 20 gold bowls
\n(reborn from sun-dials)
\nworth \u00a31000,
\nand two candle-holders of bronze
\nas lustrous as gold.<\/p>\n
12. I told my clerical secretariat,
\n\u201cThou art holy in God\u2019s sight,
\nas are the clusters of precious metals
\ngiven into thy stewardship,
\nbut consigned to God.<\/p>\n
13. \u201cWatch over\u2014preserve\u2014these treasures
\nand weigh all carefully before the Temple
\ncongregation at Jerusalem.
\nAny discrepancy in amounts\u2014
\nbetween now and then\u2014
\nwill be considered red-handed Theft
\nand there\u2019ll soon be footage
\nof thy heads tumbling off thy shoulders.
\nBest hear me! See?\u201d<\/p>\n
14. And so the 24 got outfitted
\nwith their weighed and weighty cargo\u2014
\nthe shiny filing of the caravan\u2014
\nand then they disappeared,
\ndwindling into the horizon,
\ntoward Jersualem.<\/p>\n
15. Then the remainder of our number,
\non the 12th of Nisan
\n(aprile or pluvi\u00f4se),
\nleft the Agawa River Canyon,
\nbound also for Jerusalem.
\nBut heathen foes\u2014those unbridled sewers\u2014
\nthat hoard (or horde) of dung\u2014
\nawaited us in ambush.<\/p>\n
16. But God smacked em down as easy
\nas if each were a spineless horsefly.
\n(Decay they now in fathomless dirt.)<\/p>\n
17. Reached Jerusalem. 3-day march.
\nRested 3 days.<\/p>\n
18. On Day 4, we laid out the treasure cargo
\nin the Tempio.
\nIt was an encircling spillage,
\nand each item got weighed
\nas light shot from the gleaming metals,
\nirradiating the chamber.<\/p>\n
19. Once exiles, but now liberated
\nfrom Slavery,
\nwe now offered God our burnt trophies:
\n12 bulls, 96 rams, 77 lambs, and 12 goats.
\nButchers stood game to cut throats,
\nwhile chefs turned arsonists
\nat fireplaces.
\nThe day was literally \u201cslash-and-burn\u201d!
\nTemporarily, the Tempio seemed
\nan alabaster abbatoir,
\nan uncontainable charnel house.<\/p>\n
20. Now was the time for me to deliver
\nthe Diktats of King Tax
\nto the provincial governors beyond the river.
\nAnd no grudging \u201casphyxiation\u201d
\nin the telling!<\/p>\n
[Nanaimo (British Columbia)
\n5-6 Nisan \/avril mmxviii]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Enoch 4: 1-18<\/strong> Fast, they tutored Eve in Venus guile\u2014
\nGod sculpted wenches way too well:
\nThus, even superior angels fell,
\nbrawling to inseminate
\nbeauties, and brats cultivate.<\/p>\n
\nthe tricks of mirrors, chimes, face-paints,
\nand how to tinkle to act arousing,
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