Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the
night. He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite
(with lasers!) . With every nail he hammered came the
rush of flying hands. They pasted flyers and planted
flags and we watched him hover higher? higher. Cruifix
and lyrics. Holy holy sensurround? Lord, he never touched
the ground. From state to state he wandered. He could
have been the boy next door. You could feel the patriotic
roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence. He
took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth.
Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot
bibles. And the buses ran on time. Slaves of Kali Hari-
karied on bayonets in poison ivy. We raised the torch of
freedom. Can you see? Can you see? This is for all the
girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed
and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers,
sheilas, feelers, squealers, come? watch me fall, watch
me drown? I'm kneeling in your mirror. See me cower in
the corner of your room. Watch me desecrate the contents
of your tomb.