{"id":80,"date":"2016-06-25T03:04:55","date_gmt":"2016-06-25T03:04:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mtls.wpcenter.io\/staging\/?p=80"},"modified":"2026-10-14T16:03:07","modified_gmt":"2026-10-14T16:03:07","slug":"poetry-george-elliott-clarke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/poetry-george-elliott-clarke\/","title":{"rendered":"George Elliott Clarke"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enoch 4: 1-18<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

God sculpted wenches way too well:
\nThus, even superior angels fell,
\nbrawling to inseminate
\nbeauties, and brats cultivate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fast, they tutored Eve in Venus guile\u2014
\nthe tricks of mirrors, chimes, face-paints,
\nand how to tinkle to act arousing,
\nand how to bewitch, twitch, switch, and sway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Angel-schooled sluts pressed poisons,
\nspirited potions, out roots and leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon, dirty angels tread down their harpies,
\nintermingled to whelp freaks\u2014
\nhalf-savages lusting for cunt or blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Th\u2019illicit brood even eat up their own mothers,
\nstarting at crotch and ending at cap,
\nslurping blood, shit, piss\u2014a soup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instructed in knives, spears, axes,
\nbows-and-arrows, the know-how of killing,
\nthe devil mongrels bred a race of Cains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, massacres grow so uninhibited,
\nthe globe rocks on its axis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just by their breathing,
\nthe angels\u2019 carnal progeny
\nbruise grass,
\nturn orchards to dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every word here is scathingly forensic,
\nand explains exactly why Caliban bastards
\nmaim even their mamas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ink no-bullshit Gospel:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The evil, paternal angels,
\nwill be thrust down,
\nass-and-wing,
\ninto a volcanic abyss
\nstinking of sulphur\u2014
\nodor of Corruption<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also, those harlots who toss,
\ntwine, and fool with the septic angels,
\nwill get spitted on iron stakes,
\nriveted from anus to sinus,
\nthen pillared in flames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Any bitches not burnt to bone and ash
\nwill be forced to breast-feed incisor-fanged rats. 
\nPromise<\/em>!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sinful folks are just dry hay\u2014
\nor faggots\u2014crackling,
\nunhappily,
\nin fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Astonished and irritated to be dragged off,
\nsobbing (or not),
\npleading (or not),
\nthe wicked will be exhibited embarrassingly
\nwhile their genitals are righteously <\/em>carved out,
\njaggedly clean,
\nright down to the pelvis bone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Goddamn,
\ny\u2019all are so evil, all I can do is weep!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shit<\/em>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Teardrop after teardrop\u2014like rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Montr\u00e9al (Qu\u00e9bec) 14-15 juin<\/em> mmxii]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enoch*<\/a> 7: 1-34<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Tablet of Heaven give out the true news.
\nThat\u2019s all I speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Book-learnin?  Crookeds Truth<\/em>.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I seen seven mountains
\nshinin gold and silver,
\nall meltin in a sky-high inferno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I seen seven mountains,
\nstacked one atop the other,
\ncrumple down into lava and smoke,
\nand a flood of soot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck<\/em>!  Earth was shakin;
\nno one could stand it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A star plummets,
\nturns canine, grows fangs,
\ngobbles down strayed sheep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now heaven quakes:
\nEvery angel and saint\u2014
\nthe 100,000 top-dogs\u2014
\ngotta shiver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Concussions tremble and cripple the atmosphere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God must wanna wreck the whole world. 
\nI beg Him to spare up a \u201cRemnant.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gotta beg damn hard,
\ncos God kills foully everyone
\nfoulin up The Commandments:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t erect no statues
\nof clay, lead, silver, or tin:
\nJust don\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t smelt no gods!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Etc<\/em>.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The angel of Abortion<\/em> is gonna feel sorry for his self;
\nhe gonna holler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The angel who tricked Eve,
\nand then plied mankind with weaponry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(thus teaching Seduction<\/em> and Slaughte<\/em>r),<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is gonna feel some Inquisition<\/em> torture<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(make him shit out his heart).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The angel, Penemue<\/em>, who taught everyone
\nhoneyed words, bullshit words,
\nand the false mirrors of paper and ink,
\nwill weep tears that cut into his cheeks
\nso blood streaks down his chin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come Judgment<\/em>, the moon won\u2019t wax or wane timely;
\npure downpour will wash out harvests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pus will piss down,
\npoxin all bare skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cry all ya want!
\nHere\u2019s the deal:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Water leaps down;
\ndeserts lap it up\u2014at first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

North winds shed hail, rain, frost.
\nDew-saturated dust turns to clay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cataracts thunder, inundating cities.
\nDark water erases villages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The drowned bloat, float:
\nEach face turns a maggot boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Luckily, Lamech and spouse beget Noah:
\nWhen his beautiful eyes open,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

light bathes all of Creation<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God endorses Noah:
\n\u201cYour lot do no Crime<\/em>;
\ny\u2019all can breathe air.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus, that one boat wafts, but elephants,
\ngiraffes, camels, asses, and horses drown deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the Flood dries, land appears.
\nThe zoo ship beaches, then light reaches down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon, just as in Genesis 1,
\nbeasts and birds usher forth beasts and birds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Busily multiplying (again) are lions, tigers,
\nwolves, dogs, wild boars, piranha, et cetera<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fools get busy committing
\nfresh Crime<\/em> and Oppression<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite the unimaginable slaughter that be the Flood,
\nIniquity<\/em> flowers anew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this Book of Enoch, all the described
\nwho are destroyed,
\nare destroyed just as described.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watch out<\/em>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Niagara Falls (New York) 30 juin<\/em> mmxii]
\n<\/h6>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n


\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Samson IV                                                                                   <\/strong> <\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n
    \n
  1. Samson denounces Delilah:<\/li>\n\n\n\n
  2. \u201cHer eyes rest on her knees,<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n

    while her ankles rest on my back;
    \nher scalding tears are grease
    \nthat prettify\u2014polish\u2014her rack.    *<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \n
    1. \u201cHer limbs writhe against mine
      til I\u2019m petrified\u2014in crisis:
      No dead-ass fuck!\u00a0 Bottom-line:<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n

      Her love demands highest prices!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

        \n
      1. \u201cHer Love<\/em> means Torture<\/em>:
        The grievous, blues sylph has a scythe
        for a tongue; her mouth\u2019s sure
        Truth<\/em>\u2019s abyss, Peril<\/em>\u2019s vent; lies\u2014lithe.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      2. \u201cA nocturnal face, her
        eyes abrupt, she\u2019s no debutante\u2014
        with egg-shell heart, tender
        tits.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 Her hips\u2014so malignant\u2014<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      3. \u201cdid swagger under mine
        under pewter moon, copper sun,
        to morals undermine:
        No useless aches!\u00a0 Pains?\u00a0 There were none!<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      4. \u201cMature and always ripe,
        her cunt\u2019s Hunger<\/em>\u2014agreeable
        as is a rare blood-type
        in saliva\u2014took no morsel<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      5. \u201cof cock. Her puckered sex\u2014
        as nubile as flute notes\u2014needed
        fucking\u2014no disconnects,
        but sassy, squirming, stampeded<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      6. \u201cpenis, until her back
        broke bed-straw and her ass broke wind,
        and I groaned in the sack,
        unhappy to obtain my end.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
      7. \u201cHer eyes rest on her knees,
        while her ankles rest on my back;
        her scalding tears are grease
        that prettify\u2014polish\u2014her rack\u2026.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n

        [Roissy-en-France (France) 7\/9\/16]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

        David (Excerpt from II Samuel 11)                                                  <\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n
          \n
        1. True: I savoured that head-turning slut,
          the bent-back bitch\u2014
          Uriah\u2019s wife\u2014
          her neck like pouring milk.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        2. I called out to her from my rooftop,
          for I eyed her, bathing,
          and didn\u2019t she leap to sleep with her king?!!<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        3. Her clean-robe parted slyly: No panties.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        4. Her dark-lace bustier opened wide:
          I eyed her Niagara-foam-white breasts.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        5. Easily, her pursed snacker
          snapped open to my kiss.
          Her sex came suddenly sopping to my jaws.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        6. Quick, I got down to eating:
          That Chinese International Student tasted
          tangy as spicy donair meat.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        7. My body came at her as rubber made iron\u2014
          tough or soft scraps\u2014
          dainties she could engorge\u2014
          until my manhood outsretched milk,
          plastering her nether hairs,
          and the sound of her ass
          was like a sax burp.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        8. I\u2019d thought I\u2019d fucked her ass off\u2014
          in all that jostling.
          No, not at all.
          Sweat renovated the bed.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        9. Roses, stains, fountains, poppies, stones,
          her collapsed husband, her fallen husband,
          vineyards, olive trees, a cemetery plot,
          vegetable plots, a battlefield, a quarry, cacti,
          the conviviality of an assassination
          masquerading as a battlefield accident,
          hairpin turns, the fetus\u2014ours\u2014twisting
          within Bathsheba\u2019s belly\u2026<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        10. Natch\u2014our illicit kisses
          imped God to cripple us with curses:
          Her womb was better a grave\u2014
          cos I stuck hubby Uriah in his bitter grave.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        11. Yeah, by fucking Bathsheba,
          I fucked me up badly.<\/li>\n\n\n\n
        12. My one saving grace?
          Childe Solomon to this Dark Tower\u2019s come.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n\n\n\n

          [Pisa & Vallelonga & San Nicola da Crissa (Italia)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          10 & 13 mai<\/em> mmxvi]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          *<\/a> Tits.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

          Enoch 4: 1-18<\/strong>
          \nGod sculpted wenches way too well:
          \nThus, even superior angels fell,
          \nbrawling to inseminate
          \nbeauties, and brats cultivate.<\/p>\n

          Fast, they tutored Eve in Venus guile\u2014
          \nthe tricks of mirrors, chimes, face-paints,
          \nand how to tinkle to act arousing,
          \nand how to bewitch, twitch, switch, and sway.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3222,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-80","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=80"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3614,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80\/revisions\/3614"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3222"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=80"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=80"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue23\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=80"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}