THE GOD I WORSHIP IS A LION
  and I pray to him for

        SPEED

   POWER

      &

   COURAGE!

 I pray that I sing
the music of my meat
 not that which I eat
but that I am made of 
while I pray for the mildness of a dove
and a tapping foot in the earthly venture.
 I shall become a lion--beyond censure.
      In the meekness of May
    I'll sing all the day
     in the throne of my flesh
         freed of the mesh
    and the gins and the traps
        that bind me!
THE SYNAPSE BINDS THE MUSIC IN 
   THE DULL BAR HOLDS IT OUT.
   The meter is there, calm as a hair, 
     in the shiplash of the throat.
     There shall be a new image of god!
     There shall be a new image of god!
      There shall be a new image of god!

The flesh is light and the heart leaps up
      The spider dives into the cup
      to sail his ship in the wine.

THE UNIVERSE REFLECTS A LION'S
         FACE TO ME.
   The spider tacks in the sugary sea.

        Divine!

        Divine!

        Divine!
     
        Divine!
   
        Divine!

       --Michael McClure

Copyright © 1995 Michael McClure