Niagara

God, like Niagara, you see,
You have taught me, you have taught me
That I have no recourse, in the limelight,
Stood under the neon sign,
Proclaiming the gun and the Great Divorce.

Poor Niagara, poor God, poor little boy rising,
The sun blinds the moon, and behold!
The reckoning, the likening –
Of one, to another. O lover, leper
Trading body parts for diamonds.

My hands for your hands,
Your heart for my heart.
Faith? Alive, a weakling. Needy, a long long time ago
The brain, it cannot be picked as cotton, probed.
Or blamed for things that it just doesn't –

That it cannot fathom. Cannot know.
Infinity, someone is asking
To worship your brittle bones.
Infinity, what have you taught me?
Go home and reclaim the body’s old and

Poorly counterpart: the soul.
Tell me. Tell me! But no, she only said
"I want to be alone”. I want to be alone now.
I have outgrown rage, I have outgrown...
Doctor, come here, Please. I want peace of mind,

A little less Baltic blood in my Baltic veins.
Surgery, or give me alcohol, to appease.
Well we are all here with our
Poor red moon mouths wide open,
Down on our dusty knees.