Hunger of the Late Visitant

There was a sophomoric visitation
That was assumed to be the final Word
All it took was balloons on the ceiling
And warped carburetors among the English
Shelves like a woman who knows you better
Moving around in a dance with a mis-adjoined
Prescription missing this leaf and that one
There were no words for this testifying visit

Naturally the dairy school teacher left his job
And went to tell the world about the aberration
Between the steel in his teeth and the holy equator
Thinking this would say it all, now and for all time
Thinking he would settle every argument about God
Thinking he had been visited by the one true spirit
And when he got on top of the asphalt parking meter
He encountered six different men each who claimed
To have encountered the Almighty on the same day
And each having a different vision of her dress and
Movement between the scarcity and the ashtray

They six remained fixated and perched in their stall
Above the ground until they were instructed
By the very first stranger to pass their way
To come back down to the ground and keep silent
And so in that no one ever heard the Movements of the true God