“For who is this uncircumcised Philistine,
that he should defy the armies of the living God?”
(1 Samuel 17:26)
I charge down the arched hall that leads only to him
past so many squares and unfinished slaves;
He rises, twice Goliath in feet, meter or cubit
with head of Colossus and conquering hands
and I am gripped as if he were a Kubrickian monolith
He’s too much for the church
Tensed glaring contempt in contrapposto
The carved garbage marble discarded -
tossed by Agostino and Rossellino
I gawk, walk, make mumble-some talk
In the room the women come and go,
Misunderstood by Michelangelo.
The Sistine Chapel is overfull
With overfed transsexuals
and what were Eliot’s feelings for Verdenal?
I want to place at the appropriate distance
Another “beloved” hewed from ebony a
Nubian woman posed in an underhand
windmill Jennie Finch pitch
poised to sling her stone at the Philistine
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