The Eggman And The Bruja Poem by Shannon Walker

And,
Coughing up words
In the black shade,
On her black feet,
Hind feet, like rat's feet,
Tails in traps
Tied to poles,
To a pole;

It was
Tied to a pole
In the shade
Of a Eucalyptus tree. I,
Eggman, goldfish
In a bowl.

Pater Noster,
Qui es en caelis
Sanctificetur
Nomen tuum.

Vultures, corpses,
In the grass, bushes, or creek;
On the rails or rocks;
In the ditch, or dust
Beneath the overpass
In the street.

"What's up with the old woman
Across the street? "
"Oh, she's nice;
Probably doing laundry."
"Why's she staring? "

Yellow bucket carrying
Wash woman disease,
Dead chickens,
Bloody egg whites,

From cows, test tubes,
Petri-dishes, candles,
Ice cream, the Milky Way,
Ovaries, hot springs,
Or caves:

Meteor strike,
Santeria in white;
Lord of the RIngs,
Hobbit,

Wrinkled, five foot three;
Devil.
Weebles wobble,
But they don't fall down,
Freeze...

"Who gave you that hollow breathless name Moriah:
Moriah?
Does the salt sting you eyes?
Did Joseph Smith hurt your pride Moriah?
Do you think all this is a lie
Moriah?
Is the Devil real Moriah? "

Moriah, Zechariah,
Ezekiel's flying machine,
The Demoniac
Of the Gerasenes.

Does Isaac remember your name,
And does your low breathless name
Even matter
Moriah?

Oh my Jesus,
Forgive us our sins,
Save us from the fires of Hell,
And lead all souls to Heaven.

Her right hand,
A claw,
A bucket;
The grunting

Masculine growl,
Flapping lips,
Weasel eyes.
"She wants you to help he in her apartment."

The door
That swallowed her
Like a clam.

For Thine art the Kingdom,
And the Power,
And the Glory,
Forever.