Four Poems
Charles Simic, 22 February 1996
“... The Preacher Says Regiments of the damned, halt! So, we turned to take a better look At the spread eagle on the sidewalk. There he was, hair combed over his eyes. Abominations, he called after us, Everything crummy and screwed up since Adam Is thanks to you! Let’s see you turn water into wine! Let’s see you get down on your knees and pray! * You are nothing but a lightning bug The night flicks off its sleeve! An abandoned movie lot in the desert With its windows broken ... ”