eff the ineffable
eff eff eff the ineffable
though it be inexpressible
eff eff eff the ineffable
I stood on a mountaintop
and watched the sun come up
and water seemed to turn to wine
within the wooden cup
I turned round to the fireman
and I heard him say
20 thousand acres
are gonna burn today
I saw a youngster fighting hard
to cross the Rio Grande
he said I heard America
is like the Promised Land
the border guards they picked him up
and put him in a cell
and now for 40 days his life
becomes a living hell
on television they won't show
beheadings until five
guerrillas cutting off the hands
infidels are burned alive
and in the name of God
the worst atrocities commit
and the bimbos on the news
they smile while they're reporting it
prosperity is promised
all the preachers advertise
they say God loves the wealthy
while the Christ recrucify
believing the mythology
but hating every word
that Jesus spoke to multitudes
they think it was absurd
so eff the ineffable
eff eff eff the ineffable
though your sins are regrettable
eff eff eff the ineffable
what good does it do a man
the win the goddam world
and lose his soul to money
and go effing every girl
a man who is in touch with God
and free of sin's a bit
of a fool and very very odd
there is no profit in it
so eff the ineffable
eff eff eff the ineffable
all your sins are confessible
so eff eff eff the ineffable
eff it all to Hell
it's just as well
it's inevitable
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).