Copyright 2003

A Poem by Maria Morisot

This is a neopsalm.

Blasts of deteriorating nuclear warheads,
Whose iron walls
Compound the truth
Of LSD relapse.

In anticipation for a redundant postmodern
Bathwater blessing,
Given us
As transcribed by parenthetical
Accompaniment.

Gustav grew his beard;
While Amy
Put her hair
In braids.

And through the redeeming qualities
Of DNA; we guessed
We had not seen
The end of God.

There was anger
In our candlelight.

So we possessed
Iron & wine;
A slow death to consciousness,
As leadened walls
Began to slowly swim
Upstream.