To My Enemies
By Bert Meyers
I'm still here, in a skin
thinner than a dybbuk's raincoat;
strange as the birds who scrounge,
those stubborn pumps
that bring up nothing...
Maddened by you
for whom the cash register,
with its clerical bells,
is a national church;
you, whose instant smile
cracks the earth at my feet...
May your wife go to paradise
with the garbage man,
your prick hang like a shoelace,
your balls become raisins,
hair grow on the whites of your eyes
and your eyelashes turn
into lawn mowers
that cut from nine to five...
Man is a skin disease
that covers the earth.
The stars are antibodies
approaching, your president
is a tsetse-fly...
Copyright Credit: Bert Meyers, "To My Enemies" from In a Dybbuk’s Raincoat: Collected Poems. Copyright © 2007 by Bert Meyers. Reprinted by permission of the literary estate of Bert Meyers.
Source: In a Dybbuk’s Raincoat: Collected Poems (The University of New Mexico Press, 2007)