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Canto
26 Tinnitus is the joy of oversound frequencies leaving the
inner Ear
forever and the deaf do not suffer sound and the blind
do Not
suffer sights and the dumb do not suffer aloud God’s
pledge of non-allegiance His iphone become itouch Out
of touch with the touchwas and from joy Churchill
blessed Gin
and from joy Paine’s freewill and from joy Herr Hesse’s Watchtower
and from joy Tamerlane’s falconry and kite fighting Whale
hunting and from joy Mary knelt at the cross and from
joy Abraham’s
knife and from joy the mystery at the depth of the heart Why
canst thou not remember thy brother’s suffering thy sister’s Draught
Thinkst thou not upon thy future
wreck And
callst thou upon God as Moses called to halve the
sea
and God Responded
nigh to him His beloved then gave all a way through
shell And
fin where none before had gone through that mystery why do
we Not
remember God’s love outside the tomb noli me tangere for He is Risen
but not yet sanctified His grace might overpower our
suffering Let
us not live in it but rather look back in nostalgia as love
denies Faith
and faith denies love useless love exists at the pole
useless Reading
renders us awash in faith for gods exist as long as our
minds Exist
in the mystery of substance wrinkled and grey chemicals
firing And
current sparking makes what was rational perplexing what
was Empirical
puzzling for suffering is not punishment suffering is not A
test and suffering is not redemption for joy comes in the
morning Dawn
brings surcease at least for a moment joy shines forth and love Exceeds
faith and intercession faults fools Satan remits our debts Apophis will swallow us torture ala Sino Forget
‘bout suffering who has time
for it anyway Mix
a drink and drink it pretend
you’re the god of martinis Put
the Stoli in the freezer priority ala Rus Forget
‘bout suffering have a shot
or two with the homeless Only
the ones with blogs not in real
life of course Apophis will swallow us tactics ala Pruss They
have a space who needs a house when you have a
blog Heaven
has no memory of
suffering Dean
and Dino Jr. have no memory and Sammy and Frank have no
memory They
make me feel young fly me to the
moon Let
a little love into Ur-life open
another bottle of Tanqueray,
baby! Green
ones from the Raj memories of
empire The
wreck of nations forget ‘bout
suffering Remember
the good times we’ll meet
again Some
enchanted evening put a nickel in
the jukebox Set
‘em up Joe make it one for my baby Forget
‘bout suffering angels don’t
read the Times They
don’t listen to the radio Melissa Block
can weep all she wants Dead
children don’t shake a stick and live parents don’t shake a
stick Forget
‘bout suffering angels can’t read : won’t read Angels
are illiterate I
think Jesus
was illiterate I
think Moses
was illiterate I’m
sure Forget
‘bout suffering do you
believe an ounce of your tears? Do
you even have a measuring cup scribed in ounces? OZ
is the abbrev for ounce ounce kinda rhymes with dunce Looks
a little like it, too facile and
facade both guard The
same things two
words two indulgences Send
in the popes there have
to be popes If
something is unspeakable well then how do you pronounce
it? Abu Ghraib,
anyway? Medyedev, for that
matter? Disco
Explosion can cause suffering but abates in the face of
joy Absolves
us of afterlife absolves Pierce’s left knee ice or heat :
heat or ice How
does sacrifice work anyway how does gene therapy work? Genetically
modified Mary in order for Joseph’s lineage to David To
matter birnam wood born of woman yet suffering is a
lesson In
itself and causes us not only to remember but to not forget What
has caused our pain hence can be nonsensical because when
we Associate
the pain we remember the afflicter as well as the
affliction Hence
revenge hence the furies hence blood guilt and the
bonfire Fear
of pain brings hate brings violence brings fury argumentum Ad bacculum
convinces the weak that the strong are strong Supernova
destroys both star and light the weak will inherit the
earth Because
they are many and the strong are few the poor will
vanquish The
rich because the rich are few forget ‘bout suffering and
heaven Will
forget you forget ‘bout suffering and god will not erase your
tears Forget
‘bout suffering and forget ‘bout free will in heaven know The
mind and know your own will for now we see through a
glass Then
all will be revealed for now we live as fools but then we Will
endure as wizened heaven moved so let me and the rest of
us Old
farts drive out disaster for we have been silent for too long
‘bout How
to conjugate irregular French verbs like suffering
sufferers Forget
‘bout suffering American
drones don’t have pilots Imams
drone like American pilots and Egypt has drones in jail Sudan
has crones in mass gardens and the Pope says mass in
garden Teach
the children well to wipe our
asses in the retirement homes The
future is written decrepitude
then death Bobby
the K with that
halo Bobby
the S with
those feeding tubes Forget
‘bout suffering there’s no
interest in it No
APY and no APR and no CDOs and no subprimo
Supremo like Dante flaccid over
Beatrice Larks
return like Noah’s ark like Horace’s canary and Catullus And
the old man riverboat toilet
training is suffering Birth
is suffering I’m
sure Contemplation
is suffering I
think Conception
is suffering to a
degree Blaming
gods is suffering to a
degree Idiocy
is suffering I’m
sure Theodicy
is suffering I
think He
has one rough hand and has given the other and for that
is Honoured by the heroes his neck white was as the
lily There
too he strong was as a champion and knew the taverns Well
in every town and every innkeeper and barmaid better Than
a leper or a beggestere the king of fairies came With
his company came to hunt him all about with din Cry
and with blowing and hounds also with him barking The
hurt was whole that he had had in his neck and bright Green
belt on his body he bore oblique like a baldric bound At
his side below his left shoulder laced in a knot He
bare him up he bare
him down He
bare him into an orchard
brown He
lay as a thane should near his
lord He
knew the more surely that his life’s end had come The
full number of his days sorrow is made
new As
memory of kinsmen moves through his mind He
greets them with glad words eagerly looks on them A
company of warriors The future is written Decrepitude
then death Bobby the K with
that halo Bobby
the S with those feeding tubes green ones from the Raj Apophis will swallow us and say, “Chi sei?” “Io
son quell’Ezzelino che
no crede’ che il mondo fu creato Da un ebreo.” Woe to them that
conquer With
armies and whose only right is their power
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