From: hornpete@uctvax.uct.ac.za (Peter Horn)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: No new Temples
Date: 16 Aug 92 12:08:20 +0200
Organization: University of Cape Town

No new temples to old idols!
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egli h bugardio e padre di menzogna
he is a liar and the father the lie
 Dante

All these fanatic believers:
the shaveheads and the bearded,
the curly-locked and the tonsures,
all these prayer peddlars
with their blood-thirsty laws,
the taozers, hochangs and fois,
the jesuits, crucifixers, calviniers,
all these bonzes and bonzesses,
these boozers of heavenly dew and manna,
drunk on mono- and polytheistic poetry,
whatever the hellarse that is,
who despise colloquial language,
the way we talk, everyday.

The sun-gods who were eating living hearts
torn out of the jerking bodies
of sacrificial victims grin with bloody mouths.
The moon-goddess had her daughter
baked in an ox and served for lunch.
Abraham was ordered to slaughter his son.
The Christian god slobbered over burned offerings
of heretics, witches and other culinary beauties.
Calvin burned Michael Servet at the stake.
Widows turned into ashes of their husband's desires.
Mullahs and Imams heaped mountains of corpses
to glorify Allah and to cleanse the earth of Kaffirs.
The Zen Buddhists practiced their martial arts
on opponents: butchers all for heavenly kitchens.

Revulsion rises up in my gullet when I read
their holy writings smelling of incense and rot,
when I hear their litanies, sweetsounding and foul,
the bells tolling another funeral of their victims:
Thor hammering atom-bombs in his ungodly smithy
to extinguish the non-Aryan unbelievers,
Zeus unleashing mega-ton warheads on heretics,
who don't believe in Western Classical civilisation,
and men who kill with paper and hate,
while they talk of saintliness and peace.
Nada, sweet Nada! Comrades, forget this paranoia!
Start to think with your heads instead of your guts!
Let the dead rest in peace, don't force them
to frolick in heavenly brothels, bored to death
by continuous Halleluya's and Amens. Let us address 
the crowd of believers through our arseholes! 
Let us invent a heathen ritual, crammed full of jokes! 
Scram, perverts of the mind! I, comrades,
I, like brother Trotsky, I remain
a dialectical materialist, a thinker of peace, and tolerance
and therefore an irreconcilable atheist.

Peter Horn
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Peter Horn 
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Peter Horn, Poems 1964-1989, Ravan Press 1991
Peter Horn, An Axe in the Ice (Poems), COSAW Publishing House 
forthcoming September/October 1992
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