Kingdom Come Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

You depart-words not pronounced, Espoused with sorrow -silence spelled
felt deeply the purport -you go out underground -habeas corpus deeds are weighed
How much with rusty haberdashery of history in touch your bald stuck naked Whig or Tory, Proletariat Who's Who I'm sorry Exchange rate, commodities, words, trouble, saved...Celebrity and soul are divided in this hole
Last Will of Fame present its case What the dickens mole!
Soul off the balance-dumb show, fainted
Sainted with not so old Nick's clones cremated...
Large following religious-holes, mouths gaping, waiting
In the procession a holy child ding dong voice
(right in front of the cathedral St.Paul)-
If you depart, depart alone
Leave behind the word your own
Surmounting proud knight of hope
With brazen, shiny arms surcoat
Heralding Mount Sermon soul
Espoused with Hope Kingdom come!