Rap or Poetry

His ineffable effable, effanineffable, deep and inscrutable singular name

Oh, brother, I will hear you call.What if I lose it all?

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels, and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells

The trilling wire in the blood, sings below inveterate scars, appeasing long forgotten wars

Tears on the mausoleum floor, Blood stains the coliseum doors