O Coca-Cola
let us kiss your horny feet
look on us weeping ink
you chink of belly light
you sickly constellation
you sudden racing heart
you dizzy god of us
with a gazillion microbes
rinsing in your caramel
let us lie in your wake
bearded with creamy froth
dreaming of black diamonds
dreaming of nougat
dreaming of the dog
that barks you slickly
in the faces of the stars
dreaming maybe of death
the brown hair of children
ploughing up a thirsty earth
the gaping gulch.
O Coca-Cola
O let the levee break
crows are exploding
crops are burning
the planets are moving
the storm is coming
the children are dying
the king is going blind
the veil has dropped
there is such drought
O pope us with black love
blind us with black light
cake us in your grace
stomach our salvation
we are but purée before you.
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