Poetry: “Qaemot for When Blood Says” by Rosebud Ben-Oni
Qaemot for When Blood Says
Blood says: I’ll antihero my crew— for {a taste of} your antihooves.
Blood says blood recognizes who
‘s mild in morals. Misanthropic. Malanged.
Says blood
-ious touch makes you {a boon} that Last{ing}
Days will value & no one can thieve
{from you}—
Keeps you free from the organ
-grinders’
teeth
who chew last living things
{but not you}—
Praise—
Woof {Whistle}—
{Cutthroat}Coo—
Those who do not fear you,
(& I’ll come through)
even the E-flat night
-watchman who woos screamers from blight,
those radioluminescent boys- to-men fright
who light up all the tons of slop & junk
when the only landscape is desert & punk
stag films, when the whole damn underscene
is a Midwest state freak of marching
bands striking up dis-ease: release another slayer
from rustic & rotten lair. Blood says who cares
to wipe that damn smile
off his malware. Blood says: bloody hooves & I don’t take
kindly
{to}— we inflame the greatest of civil
& shame. All the distances one cannot
mar or grace. Our strike is silent &
psychic. Telepathic. Two alphas
scudding unease. They’ll try to capture us
in drive-ins & on midnight
screens. We’ll leave
them wishing for another
fallout breeze. Now—
Crush
& Cramp
& cease upon these
wastelands, yet bonedry & unpleased.
Covet: Ten marksmen for every demon. Deed: Doggy as deady, I rune twenty
languages fluently— all at once, if need— including
{the bloody hooves}— O Über-horse, with your
underhooves. Speak no evil: if canines can
possess equus, {then yes}, equus can obsess
with heed, every bunker & earthstuck steed—
& a chance, perhaps, to direct
all what they will see :: is me,
{& you}, my
bloody,
bloody
hooves.
Author’s Note: A Qaemot is a sort of prayer for a Jewish exorcism. This is part of a new series on “exorcism poems” for the author.