Heliocentric

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9-21-06 Heliocentric



She was a master of the sesquipedalian,
& sexy.
The world was outraged by the presence
of Man, the alien.
Poetry is The Grail.
The grim utterance of a bank clerk in London
an insurance litigationist in Hartford, Connecticut
& a preacher's boy in New York City.
The sun stood on its golden legs & laughed
brutally at the center of sky.
Laugh, little children, with your sleek new
school books & your shining lunch buckets---
laugh your clean jocularity
into teacher's noodle.
Your laughter is innocent of mean motives.
It is the superfluous outburst of
divine habit.
The world is bigger than this tiny rotting
oyster earth.
The world is sublime.
This minute soggy poisoned clod
grew tumescent with appetite
lost in the sun's after-laugh.
At age 68 T.S. Eliot married his 30 yr old secretary
& they lived happily ever after.

RLG copyright 2006