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niverse Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you	A
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass	B
The bumpy club of One Million B C the mace the flail the axe	C
Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone	D
Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart	E
And hath not St Michael a burning sword St George a lance David a sling	F
Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer	G
All Man hates you they'd rather die by car crash lightning drowning	F
Falling off a roof electric chair heart attack old age old age O Bomb	H
They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free lance	I
Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its	J
categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee	K
Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ	G
with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork	L
Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy haired man in the night	M
O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff	N
No feeling deaths like birth death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery	K
Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators	O
And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own	D
I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is I can only imagine	P
Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview I scope	Q
a city New York City streaming starkeyed subway shelter	G
Scores and scores A fumble of humanity High heels bend	R
Hats whelming away Youth forgetting their combs	S
Ladies not knowing what to do with their shopping bags	T
Unperturbed gum machines Yet dangerous rd rail	U
Ritz Brothers from the Bronx caught in the A train	V
The smiling Schenley poster will always smile	W
Impish death Satyr Bomb Bombdeath	X
Turtles exploding over Istanbul	Y
The jaguar's flying foot	Z
soon to sink in arctic snow	A2
Penguins plunged against the Sphinx	B2
The top of the Empire state	C2
arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily	K
Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens	D2
St Sophia peeling over Sudan	E2
O athletic Death Sportive Bomb	H
the temples of ancient times	F2
their grand ruin ceased	G2
Electrons Protons Neutrons	H2
gathering Hersperean hair	I2
walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady	G2
joining marble helmsmen	E2
entering the final ampitheater	I2
with a hymnody feeling of all Troys	H2
heralding cypressean torches	H2
racing plumes and banners	H2
and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace	H2
Lo the visiting team of Present	G2
the home team of Past	G2
Lyre and tube together joined	G2
Hark the hotdog soda olive grape	J2
gala galaxy robed and uniformed	G2
commissary O the happy stands	H2
Ethereal root and cheer and boo	A
The billioned all time attendance	H2
The Zeusian pandemonium	K2
Hermes racing Owens	H2
The Spitball of Buddha	L2
Christ striking out	G2
Luther stealing third	G2
Planeterium Death Hosannah Bomb	H
Gush the final rose O Spring Bomb	H
Come with thy gown of dynamite green	E2
unmenace Nature's inviolate eye	M2
Before you the wimpled Past	G2
behind you the hallooing Future O Bomb	H
Bound in the grassy clarion air	I2
like the fox of the tally ho	A2
thy field the universe thy hedge the geo	A2
Leap Bomb bound Bomb frolic zig and zag	N2
The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag	N2
Stick angels on your jubilee feet	G2
wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat	G2
You are due and behold you are due	A
and the heavens are with you	A
hosanna incalescent glorious liaison	E2
BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM	O2
Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace	H2
spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep	P2
set forth awful agenda	L2
Carrion stars charnel planets carcass elements	H2
Corpse the universe tee hee finger in the mouth hop	Q2
over its long long dead Nor	I2
From thy nimbled matted spastic eye	M2
exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls	H2
From thy appellational womb	O2
spew birth gusts of of great worms	H2
Rip open your belly Bomb	H
from your belly outflock vulturic salutations	H2
Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps	H2
along the brink of Paradise	H2
O Bomb O final Pied Piper	I2
both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz	H2
God abandoned mock nude	G2
beneath His thin false talc's apocalypse	H2
He cannot hear thy flute's	H2
happy the day profanations	H2
He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear	I2
His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax	H2
Clogged clarions untrumpet Him	R2
Sealed angels unsing Him	R2
A thunderless God A dead God	G2
O Bomb thy BOOM His tomb	O2
That I lean forward on a desk of science	H2
an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose	H2
half smart about wars bombs especially bombs	H2
That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love	N
That I can't exist in a world that consents	H2
a child in a park a man dying in an electric chair	I2
That I am able to laugh at all things	H2
all that I know and do not know thus to conceal my pain	E2
That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man	E2
knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men	E2
and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship	S2
That I am manifold	G2
a man pursuing the big lies of gold	G2
or a poet roaming in bright ashes	H2
or that which I imagine myself to be	K
a shark toothed sleep a man eater of dreams	H2
I need not then be all smart about bombs	H2
Happily so for if I felt bombs were caterpillars	H2
I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies	H2
There is a hell for bombs	H2
They're there I see them there	I2
They sit in bits and sing songs	H2
mostly German songs	H2
And two very long American songs	H2
and they wish there were more songs	H2
especially Russian and Chinese songs	H2
and some more very long American songs	H2
Poor little Bomb that'll never be	K
an Eskimo song I love thee	K
I want to put a lollipop	Q2

Gregory Corso

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