For Poppit

I'm with you in Rockland

where you will split the heavens of Long Island

and ressurect your living human Jesus from the

superhuman tomb

I'm with you in Rockland

where there are twentyfive-thousand mad comrades

all together singing the final stanzas of the

Internationale

I'm with you in Rockland

where we hug and kiss the United States under

our bedsheets the United States that coughs

all night and won't let us sleep

I'm with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma

our own souls' airplanes are roaring over the

roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the

hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls

collapse O skinny legions run outside O

starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal

war is here O victory forget your underwear

we're free

I'm with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping fom a sea-

journey on the highway across America in tears

to the door of my cottage in the Western night