Bright deceiver, O believer,
Coming in a cowl to kill and rob
This territory is the glory
Of our long awaited Son of God
You have no power here
On this, our blue-green sphere
Go back beneath, where you belong
All of your dogs are dead and gone
We are raising their replacements here
Trans-Pacific metaphysics,
Conjuring a city from the reef
With all satanic in a panic,
Eulogizing sets of gnashing teeth
We're planting sovereign flags
On Pacific gyre flats
Picking through the trash
Making love inside the thrash
Far off the tealer coasts of Thailand
Made up with the opal black
Of iridescent pen shells:
Your sweet seagull bride!
All in favor, sign the paper
Show your neighbors
Where you've kept your guns
Lay them out and melt them down
To farming implements to feed your sons
And no less! Your daughters
Turning saline waters
Into wedding banquet wine
To stain the beard of braided brine
You'll wear to wintertime
A reincarnate Noah tribe
On Ararat arrived!
Fruitful! Multiplied!
Indigo and orchid white
And shined up in a gown
Like a thundercloud