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Monday, June 14

Sister of the Moon

Eyes of the centuries
Worn out by holy wars
And years of mental disease
Waived by geldreligion institutions
Who summon the Jews and the gays to blame,
Whose lies are no transgression,
And whose heads are fatly fed
See straight up into the sky
Asking why?
Assuming God.
Assuming some myth to be so real it bleeds.

But I
look deep into the Earth
and it is carbon.
I swallow the material moon
And the sympathetic air,
All conceived in test tubes.

Science, my obvious church
Is imperishable, proven, and disastrously
Pagan.
Science is
No house of God,
No prayer covenant,
No method of payment for the Vatican bank.
Science is truth
And such is only a lie
To the century eyes
Blind as a desert night. 

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