Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

remix redux

poor lazarus, remixed into a sonnet

the sheriff told the deputy to go
find lazarus, poor lazarus, alive
or dead - oh lord! oh lord! - get lazarus

and when they found him, strung him up between
two mountains with his head held high, oh lord,
they shot him in the chest - oh lord! - with great
big great big forty-five that banged so loud

might scare him dead. they dragged poor lazarus
to town, they dragged his body to the prom-
issory gathrin’, people terrified
these lawmen draggin’ him with stallions, great
big men that left him on the porch, oh lord!

his mother sang “i’ve never seen a sign
like this one, lord! my son! my only son!”

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