Shit

 

 

Shit shit shit shit shit.

All is shit.

I am shit.

You are shit.

Shit streaming from the heavens like brown rain

drumming in turd patterns.

Oceans of shit stretching toward the stinky horizon.

Mountain ranges of shit poking the thick shit clouds and their halo of flies.

Fertile shit under foot sprouting odorous roses of shit.

Books reeking of shit, TV pushing shit into our living rooms.

Politics nothing but a clogged toilet choking on shit.

Great waves of smell, envelop me.

Teach me the dung truth.

 

Up to our eyes in shit.

Shit out of our mouths

and our brains.

Bilevel poopy palace we live in.

Great frosty chocolate towers of shit.

Enormous cumulonimbi of shit.

Shit raw, shit wild.

Shitting on the cities of the plain swimming in shit.

Against the skyline shit limns everything.

I claw the soggy air in a wilderness of shit.

Shit wind, shit earth, shit sky.

Mouth silting shut with shit.

O great Shit, Mother of all!

Deliver me from shit! Deliver me from shit!

 

II

 

Our noses shrink from the knowledge of shit

instinctively.

Were it not for shit

we would have trunks swinging on our faces.

Nanette Fabray and Suzanne Pleshette are compressing into black holes and dying, gasping,

because of shit.

The Pope's robes flow golden and dun

with the accreted shit of two millennia.

Yet turds arise like trees and shed leaves of shit

that shit deer munch in ordured forest eaves.

Yet the sun arises like a vile after-chili shit

and blasts the arid shit of the desert with gaseous hatred.

Yet the young shit spider must eat the flies gorged on shit.

Yet the mother shits to teach her young how to shit.

Yet the judge shits on the just and unjust alike.

Yet the spirits are chattering shit.

Yet the angels flap shit from their sodden wings.

Yet God is the shit.

 

III

 

Shit that is our being, liberate us.

Teach us your stench and your consistency.

Reward us with the loss of shit

and its recapture.

When shit runs through the air and water and below us and above us,

how can our lungs and lips not fill with shit to praise shit?

O great hosannas of shit!

Shit on the tip of Life's dick!

Shit filling my heart with desire!

Shit pours from the smile of the child dancing.

Shit smears over the sunset.

O shit, be my savior, my grace.

 

© 2000 Gregor Everitt