Hildegard of Bingen Crosby Loses Her Religion
I want to pray to a jukebox in a shiny monastery
genuflect to Rock and Rolle of Hampole
whilst surf guitars seed the Sound Cloud of Unknowing
whence comes a hard rain for God and all his toady roadies
sacred wonder is but a juvenile fantasy in geological time
an infantilised fanfare for the common manacle
the common mañana for the common mandolin break
in my bluegrass version of I Will Cling to the Old Druggéd Cross
for I have had a vision of what God’s taste in alcohol is
God drinks Beauty Happiness Truth and Laughter
until nothing is good or free from ten minute drum solos
for I have also had a vision of what God snorts into his gnosis
and injects into his vainglorious system of a down
God is but a Rapid I-Phone Movement ritual rockstar
I hereby resign from his tyrant convent tribute band
please do not report this as mere ‘musical differences’
for that really is me in the spotlight losing my religion