Psalms for the Poor. Kent Gramm

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indifferent to fleas,

      without moral responsibilities

      if God is a wad of liberal thinking

      in a transient Jewish carpenter’s mind.

      Psalm 9 (b)

      the Lord shall endure forever

      Could God die?—but there is no subjunctive

      for God and death except for Nazareth.

      Take that moment, then: Pontius Pilate lives

      but all meaning has exhaled its last breath.

      Now what? Pretend nothing happens reversing

      the disappointment—no resurrection

      and no Amazing Grace: sheer mere perversion

      of everything worth claiming, perfection

      of imperfectability. Now we

      climb our minds like cats; we grow long white beards;

      we shoulder the writhing wild cross of Why;

      we say, To hell with it all, one more beer

      for the Empire. What a nightmare, what a danger,

      what a goblin gurgling in a manger.

      Psalm 9 (c)

      let not man prevail . . . that the nations may know themselves to be but men.

      If You hear all things, then what do You hear:

      stretched stiff in rags in graves, their prayers all said,

      are their old words living words, the lost poor,

      the liquidated, eradicated

      mothers, fathers, children burned up in wars;

      are they still preying on Your sacred head

      alive? When one child loses attention

      and is left there, is raped or given a gun

      or preached to, coughing, in a long alley—

      do You finally have a heart and listen, then?

      Will You do something—terrible—finally?—

      so nations know themselves to be but men?

      Ps. 9 (d)

      The needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.

      Calin

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      A quiet, gentle boy, he always was,

      and small; the dark eyes of a dying deer.

      “What would you do with a million dollars?”

      we asked him when he was ten—some fifteen years

      ago. He smiled. “I would buy potatoes!”

      He lifted up a board and pointed down:

      there was a two-foot space under the floor.

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