The Elephant Engine High Dive Revival by Anis MojganiThe Elephant Engine High Dive Revival by Anis Mojgani

The Elephant Engine High Dive Revival

byAnis Mojgani, Derrick Brown, Andrea Gibson

Paperback | September 1, 2009

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Tour Anthology of poets, teaming up for a tour of the US in a small van. Heart charging, socially active verse.
Title:The Elephant Engine High Dive RevivalFormat:PaperbackDimensions:210 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.75 inPublished:September 1, 2009Publisher:Write Bloody PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0982148895

ISBN - 13:9780982148891

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Thank Goodnessby Andrea Gibson(For Buddy Wakefield)At the end of your ten day meditation retreatyou got in your cardrove thirty peaceful feetand ran over a bird,splayed its holy guys on the pavementlike God finger-painting "F U”across that deep breath you were holdingthe way your mother held her first born.Youthank goodnesswere torn from the Biblethe day before they burned itfor the verse about dancing to tambourines.Once you saw the blood of Christon a knife carving redwood trees into church pews.Now every Sunday morning you hear glaciers meltingand you cry easy as a one night standnever ever iswhen you see the feathers in your rear-view mirrorscattering like prayerssearching for a safe place to land.Hold me to my wordwhen I tell you I will leave today,catch a bus ticket westjust to stand in the center of your highwayblocking traffic 'til every feather's answered.I've see too many prayers caught in the grills of 18wheelersand folks like usgot shoulder blades that rust in the rain,but they're still g sharpwhenever our spinal chords are tunedto the key of redemption.So go ahead worldpick usto make things better.We've been building a bridgethrough the center of this songsince Mother Theresa replaced the walls of her churchwith the weeping cries of Calcutta's orphaned ghettos.You wanna know what the right wing never got?We never question the existence of God.What we question is his bulldozerturning Palestine into a gas chamber.What we question is the manger in Macy'sand the sweatshops our children call the North Pole.What we question are the sixty swollen lasheson the back of a girl found guilty of the crimeof allowing herself to be brutally raped.What we question is the idea of a heaven having gates.Silly.Have you never stood on the end of pierwatching the moon live up to her name?Have you never looked in the eyes of a thiefand seen his children's hungry bellies?Some days my heart beats so fastmy ribcage sounds like a frickin' railroad trackand my breath is a train I just can't catch.So when my friends go filling their lungs with YES,when they're peeling off their armorand falling like snowflakes on your holy tongue, Godcollects the feathers...