God then said to Moses… “…You must strike the rock, and water will flow out of it and the people will drink.” Moses did so in the sight of the elders of Israel.
The fake politician who fashions himself like God
came to California to survey what the fire had taken
and told our Moses (a goy, but a really good one)
to strike the rock and let the water flow.
If we were to have this faux-faith, he (lower case)
would be the best we had ever seen
Our Moses (no beard, but still okay)
shook his hand for the cameras and
humbled himself before the one who
couldn’t put his fingers on a Bible when
he (is there something lower than lower case?)
promised to do what he would never do.
California, which keeps almost burning to the ground,
or shaking to the ground, or mud-sliding into the ocean
or drying up like the raisins it produces
who gives the world its circuits and almonds
who gives the world its table grapes and wine
who gives the world its moving pictures
is thirstier than Clint Eastwood at the end of
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
just needs someone to hit the rock –
not adhere to conditions in the name of
any agenda that doesn’t have soothing thirst
as its primary goal.
This is the song I sing at the sea. I’m waiting
for it to part. I want to see it happen this time
with these eyes.