Psalm of Modernity [I]

I believe
Said Isaiah

But what do we
Have to say to
The rest of the world

The masses shout
Life is nearly begun—

Nail our God to a tree
Crying
Yahweh
Forgive me

In the echo of iron
Trying iron
There lies a harmony
To which we shall sing

Hello
Here we are
Clinging
To this tattered robe
To a splintery throne
To vats of watered wine
To grafted stems
And heavy limbs
To thoughts we’ve left behind

And the words of those
We almost knew

The masses shout
Life is nearly begun—

We murmur in reply

It is almost done