To the Censorious Ones by Anne Waldman

(Jesse Helms & others…)

I’m coming up out of the tomb, Men of War

Just when you thought you had me down, in place, hidden

I’m coming up now

Can you feel the ground rumble under your feet?

It’s breaking apart, it’s turning over, it’s pushing up

It’s thrusting into your point of view, your private property

O Men of War, Censorious Ones!

get ready big boys get ready

I’m coming up now

I’m coming up with all that was hidden

Get ready, Big Boys, get ready

I’m coming up with all you wanted buried,

All the hermetic texts with stories in them of hot & dangerous women

Women with lascivious tongues, sharp eyes & claws

I’ve been working out, my muscles are strong

I’m pushing up the earth with all you try to censor

All the iconoclasm & bravado you scorn

All the taunts against your banner & salute

I’m coming up from Hell with all you ever suppressed

All the dark fantasies, all the dregs are coming back

I’m leading them back up now

They’re going to bark & scoff & rage & bite

I’m opening the box


Via Poetry Foundation