Dali Professes his Love
I must climb you like a spine
revel in you like a yodeler in a cave
devote a continent to you
have no conscience about driving
natives from your land
I must erect a statue to you
or an obsidian obelisk polished
till the sun can’t shine on you
and clouds are unable to
obscure your magnificence
I want to curl across you
As if you were a frozen pond
and I were a curling stone
I will ride upon you
like Captain Ahab
lashed to your side with flotsam
and ragged sails
and beckon you with my dead arm
I will sing to you
with a voice like the sirens
drowning in your pillars
I must ignite a charge of trinitrotoluene
to announce your arrival
roll out a thousand feet
of a slave made rug
before introducing you
as my Gala
poem by George Murdock
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