Selecting the death, God shrieks.
So I was doing some cleaning a few days ago and came across this poem that I had transcribed from a movie. The movie was about a group of inner city high school students troubled lives. They put on a talent competition. In it – some of the students recite a poem, which must have struck me as meaningful, because I copied it down and typed it out. I was going through some old papers and found it (dot matrix printout… kinda weird looking!).
If anyone can think of the name of the movie, I would like to know. It was from about 1989-91ish.
Anyhow... here is the poem.
Selecting the death,
God shrieks.
The battered child.
Someone else yelps for mother in the middle of the storm.
The palm readers pulled down their shades today.
The children held out their hands,
Feeling for the rain.
No lifelines on those palms,
Just smooth, unmarred, shiny skin.
Like pearls, or wax.
A pigeon ate a man’s heart today,
And the sun rose miles of half-dead shellfish.
With crazy stalked eyes,
Piled knee-deep on the avenue.
Today.
A blind beggar died today,
And a pigeon ate his heart.
The birds are flying into buildings today.
That’s today, today, today, today!
Someone else yelps for mother in the middle of the storm.
“Ma…”
A lonely apartment silenced.
You remember the roar of the dinosaur?
The woman’s Scotty craps on the floor.
Bad Scotty, bad.
Oh, the woman so sad.
She washes her hands, and then waits by the door.
Today, yeah today!
I heard a French prophet say,
There will be “Ah”
And there will be “Ay”
And he predicted it exactly to the day.
Today that is. Today!
How did he know?
What did he say?
Why did he give it all away?
The whole sky is an orange moon.
Blood swells the veins.
Rush of the river,
Bursting out of its bed.
Kind of familiar thinks sweep by at fantastic speeds.
Was that a chair?
Or was that an ice cream parlor?
Selecting the death,
The child whimpers,
The battered God.
Someone else yelps for her mother.
“Mother, are you here today?”
“Mother, do you care today?”
“Mother, is today the day?”
“Or was that yesterday, when we had that terrible storm?”
If anyone can think of the name of the movie, I would like to know. It was from about 1989-91ish.
Anyhow... here is the poem.
Selecting the death,
God shrieks.
The battered child.
Someone else yelps for mother in the middle of the storm.
The palm readers pulled down their shades today.
The children held out their hands,
Feeling for the rain.
No lifelines on those palms,
Just smooth, unmarred, shiny skin.
Like pearls, or wax.
A pigeon ate a man’s heart today,
And the sun rose miles of half-dead shellfish.
With crazy stalked eyes,
Piled knee-deep on the avenue.
Today.
A blind beggar died today,
And a pigeon ate his heart.
The birds are flying into buildings today.
That’s today, today, today, today!
Someone else yelps for mother in the middle of the storm.
“Ma…”
A lonely apartment silenced.
You remember the roar of the dinosaur?
The woman’s Scotty craps on the floor.
Bad Scotty, bad.
Oh, the woman so sad.
She washes her hands, and then waits by the door.
Today, yeah today!
I heard a French prophet say,
There will be “Ah”
And there will be “Ay”
And he predicted it exactly to the day.
Today that is. Today!
How did he know?
What did he say?
Why did he give it all away?
The whole sky is an orange moon.
Blood swells the veins.
Rush of the river,
Bursting out of its bed.
Kind of familiar thinks sweep by at fantastic speeds.
Was that a chair?
Or was that an ice cream parlor?
Selecting the death,
The child whimpers,
The battered God.
Someone else yelps for her mother.
“Mother, are you here today?”
“Mother, do you care today?”
“Mother, is today the day?”
“Or was that yesterday, when we had that terrible storm?”
